Vicky

[size=1]I'd rather bring the thread back than create a new one... THE KID ISN'T THE FATHER! [url]http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2435283.ece[/url] Apparently the girl seduced the real father when he was drunk. Also, the girl's mother claimed her daughter was a virgin before she met Alfie. Any comments folks?[/size]

[quote name='Anomaly'][FONT="Georgia"] Thanks especially to Vicky, it was ridiculously close, you're an awesome adversary, had me worried the whole time, and I'll rematch you any time you'd like =P xD [/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]I call a rematch! =P Actually I think sometime we should do a collaboration thing and wow everyone =p. Or something like that sometime. That would be awesome. It was definitely great competing against you, even though you cheated by stretching the deadline! Haha, no, no, I'm kidding. Of course, it was all fair game. (I'll beat you next time =p)[/size]

[size=1]I'm so busy lately that I haven't been able to do much. I did go and grab a script writing book from the library, though, and downloaded a tonne of Doctor Who and Shameless scripts I found. So I'm reading them. And I'm playing around with that Celtx programme which is really awesome, so thanks for that. I'll probably update again when I get a short script done. I'm doing a completely different idea now... the only problem is, I can't think of an idea. I will do eventually, haha. Eventually. Then I'll post that one and hope for the best.[/size]

[quote name='Botar'][color="darkgreen"] So I'm might go buy some skinny jeans, what color should I get? I'm thinking neon green.[/color][/QUOTE] [size=1]...lol. Haha. If you're being serious, black. In my experience it takes special kind of people to pull off colour skinny jeans... especially neon. You might end up looking like the twelve year old emo girls who try to get in night clubs 'cause they look 'rave'.[/size]

[size=1]Hahaha I remember Shelbies. I used to have one. And a Furby, but in the interest of keeping a tough image up... I hated them. And damn this workload I suddenly got. It means more money for a better tattoo, and it also means I can't work on other things. Personally, I find copy writing the most boring thing around. And it's eight pound per thousand words. Which is crap. Because I could be doing something [i]less boring[/i]. (At least I'm not working in a suit eh...)[/size]

[size=1]No way man. I'll still be piercing and drawing on myself when I'm fifty =p. ...if I live that long. I'm a bit apprehensive about the tongue piercing though because I talk a lot and I want to get two (one in the middle of one near the end so I can have a ring going around the tip). If the first one heals properly then I'll do the second and all the girls will love me... ...if you get my drift ;D[/size]

[size=1]I get two lobe piercing (same ear) and a tongue piercing today. For a fiver. And sometime next week I get my tattoos done. Funked up tribal Capricorn symbol on the back of my neck and two little stars below my ear. I'm looking forward to it =D![/size]

[size=1]ANOMALY I HATE YOU! =P I'm joking, of course. I'm glad this is over actually because I was banging my head off the desk from the tension in the voting stage. Wasn't liking it, haha. Good show, I'm slightly disappointed but not really too much since the title is going to Anomaly. We should battle it out again sometime soon ;D.[/size]

[size=1]For those of you who do occasionally participate in the social functions of dating and going out looking for that perfect someone (or the perfect someone for the night), how would you get them? Or you know, post some hilarious joke ones. But real life ones are probably funnier. I just thought this thread would be good fun. There's so many funny lines you can use or find in joke books and I'm sure there's those special little lines that work all the time. [Slight use of language ahead folks] Funny thing. The other night I was talking to a lovely gay man in the toilets of a club and he bought me a drink. He spotted quite an older lady who I didn't really find attractive and he says "I'll buy you another drink if you go up to her and say 'fancy a shag?'". So I did. I didn't get slapped but I ended up with her number and she won't leave me alone. So it's safe to say, at least for me, that 'fancy a shag?' works. Or the slight alternative I used for a smoker, 'fancy a *** or a shag?'. You'll either get somewhere or at least get a laugh out of them. I also go up to people with a massive grin and ask if I can flirt with them. That normally works. And my last girlfriend I got by saying "I think we should make that girl over there jealous 'cause she keeps lookin' at me." I don't normally use pick-up lines or remember what I do, most of the time it's for a dare or a joke. But one time I did actually get hit - [i]hard[/i] - for asking a girl if she was free tonight or if it would cost me. Lol. I do want to try one thing though. Printing off business cards that say 'smile if you want to get with me' and hand them to everyone. Hahaha. For laughs, nothing more.[/size]

[quote name='Stephanie'][size=1]*has a sad* No one said I looked pwetty...*hides under raincloud*[/size][/QUOTE] [size=1]You look very gay at your prom dear, hehehe =p Two new ones. I changed my hair again. The skunk style washed out because it was permanent and I put the toner back in so it's white. Also, I've incredibly glad about my eyes on this. Normally the left one is noticeably darker but you totally can't see that anymore. I'm all dressed up 'cause I was off on the pull... it was like the weekend when my girlfriend broke up with me XD [img]http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/4185_84893409046_556934046_2475911_163039_n.jpg[/img] Annd looking 'happy' for the camera: [img]http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/4185_84895304046_556934046_2475960_2695471_n.jpg[/img][/size]

[size=1]Another job gone and I'm up a hundred a fifty pound by the end of this week =D. You know what I'm spending it on? Tattoos. Or a very good tattoo. (I'm planning on a groovy version of the Capricorn symbol on the back of my neck, a small anarchy somewhere and maybe a star just behind my ear if I can afford that. Or if I get one tattoo then it's going all down my spine so the next ones I get will feel like a walk in the park, haha). Oh, I also had an awesome weekend. I was so high that I thought I'd had a full blown conversation with my cat.[/size]

[size=1]Cheers for that, and don't worry about being qualified, haha, it's all good. Originally I only turned what I had into a script and that was a pretty short piece. So I think I'll expand it a bit like you said and develop the characters a bit more. The real problem I'm having is that I'm so used to describing everything as a story writer and always painting the image as much as I can, so it's getting hard to convert that into a script. I forget that directors, cameramen and actors exist >_

[size=1]What's this about a sex thread now?[/size]

[quote name='PiroMunkie']Anyone else ever have to eat soap when they mouthed off too much?[/QUOTE] [size=1]Ha, my mother once fed my brother soap when he put a bit of washing up liquid in my drink. Good times.[/size]

[size=1]I went to lunch in high school last in Year Seven (first year of high school pretty much) and I never went after that. Either I brought my own food, which was pretty unlikely, or didn't eat. It was the reason I was so thin in high school. The basic crack was that it was crowded in there and I don't like crowded places. The amount of snotty kids there really annoyed me and I just didn't want to have to mix with people I [i]didn't[/i] like outside a classroom. I spent my lunch with tons of my friend's messing around in my geography teacher's room.[/size]

[size=1]Some of you might know, or probably just two, that I started writing articles for monies. Recently, I got a job with an amateur movie maker who's aware I haven't wrote a script but wants me to give it a shot. I get five hundred pound (plus a few bob upfront for all the preliminary work) plus royalties for it. I've also managed to land a job writing scripts for media students at the Manchester Metro Uni, which I've put off until I learn properly. Basically, 'Morph somehow convinced me to turn one of my competition pieces into a script. So I did. What I'm asking for is if anyone has experience writing scripts, or just wants to lend a hand, to help me out. I need to know if the script is understandable and if it paints a 'movie' picture in your head. I want to know if, as an actor or director, you can understand it. This is my first attempt and I only know three script terms (SPX, EXT. and INT.). I gave it my best shot and I want to know what everyone thinks. It's basically just my competition piece with some sly little twists. I've attatched the file because I really don't want to reformat it for OB and I hope you all enjoy it. Please help me out, I might be all famous and shizz one day =3.[/size]

[size=1]8 cans of Carling and 6 bottles of VS for my friend's 16th last night. I also bought some cigarettes. Oh, and a pregnancy test... [spoiler]No it's not for me.[/spoiler][/size]

[size=1]Kids are absolutely bratty these days. As per, I get crap off them for no odd reason. In fact today I was asked whether I was a boy or a girl because I had a baggy hoody on and I was just walking to the shop. I just gave the kid, who was no more than six, a weird look and he tried to kick off with me O_o. Most of the younger kids around here are absolute terrors. I don't care if it's abuse, if a good bit of discipline and a firm spanking gets them to stop harassing strangers, spray painting the grid outside my house, smashing ink bottles near the door and knocking my mother's car windows, then go for it! I'll bloody join in! It irks me to no end. [i]I hate little children[/i].[/size]

[quote name='Botar'][COLOR="DarkGreen"] Hey, you sayin were monkeys?[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Probably just you. LIMIT LIMIT LIMIT.[/size]

[quote name='Indi'][COLOR="Indigo"] [FONT="Arial"]I opt for tea and civilized conversation while we watch Nerdsy and Allamorph go at it. [/FONT] [FONT="Arial"]He's not going to need it Gome. lolz[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Lor' luv a duck! cup ov bertie mee. Know what I mean? [/rhyming slang][/size]

[size=1]Short and slightly rushed, but here none the less.[/size] [font=lucida sans][center][b]Chapter III The Connection[/b][/center] [align=justify]The Catcher had never stopped to wonder how he knew where he was going on how he knew when someone was going to do something stupid. The Catch never asked himself, either, why he only went after people who deserved their second chance. He never even bothered to figure out why his senses were mostly only limited to city edges and, at most, counties. That?s why he had to keep moving. He bounded through the alley ways in the darkness without leaving a trail behind, secretly enjoying the silence even though he knew it wouldn?t last. This one was stronger than usual, like it had some kind of a connection. A connection he couldn?t quite gather up right now. Coming to a skidding halt the Catcher looked up to an apartment window that was open with the curtains flying outside. His senses told him that, up there, was the room he was looking for. Like a trained bird back to its master the Catcher leapt and touched the window effortlessly, pulling himself up to a perch and peering inside. It was dark. Cold. Damp. The room?s contents weren?t fit for any human to live in, the television blurring white noise into the room and the little lamp at the bedside slowly fading. He glanced some more and found a body lay in just a long t-shirt in the middle of the room and pills all around. He moved in slowly and grimaced when the floor board creaked under his boots. The girl was quite pretty, to say the least, with very dark long hair and perfect features. He cupped his hands over around her face and felt that she was stone cold, almost right at death?s door. He trailed his finger down her face and came down to her lips, breathing into them visible, ice blue air that came down through her throat and out of her nostrils until she drew in her own breath. The Catcher?s special life medicine. He went and unlocked the door, leaving it a jar, and took the mobile off the side. ?Hello, can I have an ambulance please?? And he stared at the beautiful and wondered why. He would have to do everything in his power to get her back on track because, according to his instincts, she deserved another chance. [center]*[/center] Blink. Blink. Annoying. The flashing blinking the light above his head whist he waited half in darkness in the middle of the morning. No sound around except the faint nurse?s footsteps going past to check on a patience? of the slight hissing of the light as it tried to keep itself going. It made him realise, sadly, that it was [I]all[/I] he was doing; keeping things going. Blink. B-b-blink. Nerve wrecking was the word. Every time this happened it was nerve wrecking. Of course he knew the person would survive, but would they make use of their new life? Sometimes they didn?t and it was a waste. A waste of the Catcher and a waste of life. ?Sir?? Blink. Blink. B- ?Sir, can I have your name please?? The Catcher opened his eyes to a stone-faced doctor with a well-cut beard and a long jacket on. With a sigh the Catcher replied. ?Jason Dorian.? ?And your connection to the patient?? The Catcher smiled a little. ?None. I was passing through to meet someone on that floor for the night and I saw her lay on the floor. The door was open and I thought something might have gone on.? The Doctor jotted each word down with a nod. ?Okay, can I asked you to sign here, please?? The Catcher took the notepad and jotted down a fake signature, handing it back. The Doctor checked it over and nodded. ?She?ll be fine. Her stomach has been pumped and she should be able to leave soon. Her family have been contacted, too.? The Catcher pursed his lips. ?Can I see her?? he asked. ?What for?? was the reply. ?I just? I just want to see her, seeing as I might have saved her life, and all.? The Doctor gave the Catcher the one over with his glasses and reluctantly nodded. ?Only for the night.? Blink. Blink. The Catcher walked into the blue-lit room and over to the bed in the corner. All the machines were on and the young lady was hooked up to them, her heart being monitored closely, her breath being timed in case any tiny default were to sneak in. A nurse dropped a clipboard at the end of the bed and slinked her way past the Catcher, who merely stood there with a sad look on his face. He sat down in the chair beside her and took her hand in his. Her cold, small hands. Through that touch his mind made connections and gave him insight, enough insight to know she could hear him and enough to let him being his rehabilitation for her. ?Hey, you don?t know me, but I know you,? he whispered gently. A strand of hair fell over her head ? he pushed it back. ?I meet people like you all the time, you know. Thinking this is the right choice, the good way to end a horrible life. But it?s not. You have enough to live for. Things get tough, and they will get tougher, but it?s all worth it to look back on old age and think ?hey, I did it?.? He paused and sighed. ?Yeah, well, my name?s Jason. I saw you collapsed in your room? the door was unlocked. Phoned an ambulance for you. And I just don?t understand why such a beautiful girl?? He looked down. He?d said this so many times. ?Could try and end it all with a horrible disaster. The Doctor said you had family, can you imagine them at your funeral?? He closed his eyes to keep back tears. All these years and he still got upset. ?Imagine their faces. Devastated. Horrified. Crying all their grief into their black suits and handkerchiefs, wailing and asking some kind of god why he had taken away their daughter. Watch then weep for years and years at your grave? imagine that?? He paused. ?If you think living is tough, just imagine how tough living without you would be.? He leaned forward now whispering in her ear. ?Just imagine the pain of living without you.? And he kissed her there before pretending to sleep. [center]*[/center] ?Sir? Sir? Mister Dorian?? The Catcher opening his eyes from the shaking of the nurse. She smiled at him timidly. ?Sir, the young girl?s sister is here. Would you like to stay while she visits?? ?Oh, no, no I was just staying with her until someone arrived, that?s all.? He stuttered. ?Yeah, I?ll be leaving now. Thank you.? ?Okay, there?s a coffee machine out there if you like.? ?No, it?s fine, I better be going.? He straightened his jacket and took one last look at the sleeping girl. He followed the nurse out and watched turned to look, just one more time, hoping he could get through to this one. The Catcher moved to leave and looked straight down the corridor at Katherine talking to the stone-faced doctor. Immediately, the Catcher?s eyes widened. Blink. Blink. [I]That[/I] was the connection. The Doctor pointed to the room the Catcher was outside and Katherine, too, looked incredibly shocked. The Catcher swallowed down the lump in his throat and ran. ?Stop that man!?[/font][/align]

[size=1]Nerd fight nerd fight nerd fight! Woo woo![/size]

[size=1]Fake ID and bank card. Seven squid. A free shot voucher for View. A free shot voucher for Poptastic. A perscription. Leaflets. Forged bus tickets. Rizla. I had a lot more last night but half of it seems to have gone.[/size]

[size=1]I hate taxis. The driver drove off and even though I shouted 'wow stop you're gunna run over my foot!' he still drove off. Two broken toes and a big black bruise and crack on my nail =/. You know what this means? COMPENSATION MONEY![/size]

[size=1]I'm working on this after my weekend but I just wanted to get something up before I got left out. Excuse the mistakes and jazz, it'll all be funked up on Monday. [b]Name:[/b] 'Thanatos' [b]Age:[/b] Around 20 physically, 54 otherwise [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/088/e/5/Warrior_Of_The_Dark_by_nirel.jpg]Thanatos[/url] [b]Personality:[/b] Quiet and, as some might say, arrogant. Thanatos doesn't say a lot but when he does he comes off as snide and merciless; he's not really into banter or backchat. Thanatos gets things done quickly and as efficiently as he can, without the inbetweens and refraining from any kind of silliness. He comes off as being very dark and horrible which, as it seems, fits right in with his name. [b]Weapons:[/b] Dagger in the picture. [b]Powers:[/b] Energy manipulation. Ranging from concussion beams (ability to transform energy into a solid beam), to energy blasts, energy construction (including creating boxes, cages or other simple objects out of pure energy) and energy conversion (ability to absorb one form of energy and convert it into another). [b]Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/b] What Thanatos remembers mostly makes up his personality; he was a guard in a high security prison. His job included a lot of fighting and keeping down tough, violent criminals, as well as protecting important people occasionally. The criminals he guarded were mixes of normal, angry inmates and incredibly powerful old soldiers. Thanatos' calm temperament comes from the memory of having to stand for hours and hours outside the gates of the complex in blizzards and scorching suns without complaining. He fought both out of malice and revenge which, in turn, added to his nickname. [b]Writing Snippet:[/b] [center]After a moments disruption in his mind Thanatos moved to get up and was immediately knocked back down again. He rolled over onto his front of pushed himself up, looking directly into the eyes of a hideous tusked two-legged creature driving towards him. In one quick movement Thanatos jerked his hand up and unleashed a bolt of energy from his wrist knocking the creature backwards and allowing Thanatos to take a look around. He did so quickly and made sure not to waste any time. Chaos was all he could see, creatures and people fighting all around a canyon. Thanatos managed to draw in a quick breath until he was attacked once more by a rather 'normal' looking man this time, quickly defending himself from an overhead blow. [b]"Take some of that! And that!"[/b] Thanatos' eyes darkened. He spun around and hit the attacker in the jaw and created an energy shield when the attacker came forward again for another blow. Again with his powers Thanatos knocked away the man with his force field before diving for him. [B]"I'd rather not."[/b] He insisted grimly. Thanatos leapt forward. He latched himself onto the man by wrapping his legs around his waist, pounding into his face until he was on his knees. After that, Thanatos jumped off the bloodied mess and shot him further down the canyon with a concussion beam. But that wasn't the last of it. Thanatos sighed as he realised there was a lot more fighting to be done and a bit more attention on him now as a few others began to crowd around him. He gripped his dagger and breathed in a harshly, heavy lungful of air, feeling the power rise throughout his body and prepare him for another bout with the idiots. It should be fun, he guessed. And he didn't like 'fun'.[/center] [b]Judge:[/b] OOC: Go for it.[/size]