Vicky

[quote name='Sabrina'][FONT="Tahoma"] Blood flows. Why am I cold?[/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1]Wins my vote. That may be rather cliched for me but oh well. It's hard to actually vote on six words (because I'm also under the impression a short story can even be fifty pages) so I'm just going for my favourite one here. I did like Lrb's last one but still, I'm going for my favourite. [B]Sabrina[/b] gets it.[/size]

[quote name='DeLarge'][center] [SIZE=1]At that moment, something crashed through the window behind DeLarge's desk, sending showers of broken glass cascading down to the floor. DeLarge jumped on Vicky, who pushed him off, insisting that she was gay, and Lrb felt left out, so he jumped on himself.[/SIZE] [/center][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]My favourite part, haha. I can imagine Lrb jumping on himself. I certainly like this and it's actually good to see some OB parodies back, I was beginning to miss them. I can't wait to read more. The description of the members is also quite clever, rather than using their avatar or posted photos, haha. Nice one.[/size]

[quote name='Boo'][size=1] Oh and the Marilyn Manson performance at PinkPop2007 was probably one of the most memorable ones. As soon as he stepped on stage, heaven burst loose and it started storming really badly, lighting striking at the most emphasising moment. And then when he got off stage, the storm stopped. I'm not pulling a funny here.[/size][/QUOTE] [size=1]That is, in all his epicness, Manson for ya. =)[/size]

[size=1]My pants? A party. There's always a party in my pants. In the pockets, though, I have my wallet and my house keys. My wallet includes: [LIST] [*]A bank card [*]Fake ID... so shoot me... [*]Modified College Card (technically not meant to have this) [*]4 Free Shot Vouchers [*]Two bus tickets [*]One metrolink ticket [*]Old bank card [*]Two pence. [/LIST] I'll sometimes have an ipod or more money.[/size]

[size=1]I don't think he noticed, really. He was wearing leather and all that jazz... plus there were hands everywhere so he was probably expecting it. The bouncer gave me one dirty look though >_

[size=1][B]Slipknot[/b] and [B]Marilyn Manson[/b]. So shoot me! But these two had the most intense atmosphere in the world. It was great. [B]Slipknot[/B] was the best for naughtiness; my friend got us tickets and we took up nearly an entire row... when the yellow coats (aka: the security at the MEN Arena) moved off we dived down the last two rows that seperated us from the crowd and split in all directions so we didn't get caught. A few of us got chucked out but I didn't =). But anyway, [B]Slipknot[/B] was good. Manson was also good. I was at the front at [B]Marilyn Manson[/B] and at the end he came forward to the front row (followed by about a million bouncers) to touch the crowd's hands. I was so damn lucky because he came right over to us and I touched his tattoo - I turned around to tell someone and I got pushed forward and my hand went straight into his crotch. Bit sweaty down there but still god-like =p.[/size]

[size=1]Second round. Awesome. Well done to everyone! Shall I call a taxi now Blonde or are you okay getting to China Town yourself? =p[/size]

[size=1][align=justify]He pulled himself up through the window forcefully and almost ripped his trousers (the front door, the obvious first choice for an entrance, was blocked with steel and rust). When his boots touched the floor of the house creatures jumped and leapt away, a few bats coursing out from an open wardrobe. It made Chase nervous for a second but he quickly shook it off; what was an animal to his intelligence? Nothing. And he had a gun. The house was as expected. It was rusted and worn away, the front room completely wrecked and stinking of... ...what was that smell? Upon noticing the smell Chase had to cover his mouth with his hand. His memory didn't recall anything like this, but the nearest smell to [i]this[/i] was the amorphophallus titanum plant. The plant that smelt like rotting flesh. He pulled his shirt over his mouth and buttoned it up breathing heavily down onto his own chest. He didn't stay in the living room too long because he had decided, somewhat bravely, to follow the smell. It got more intense as he moved towards what he thought would have been the kitchen, reeking and reeking out the entire house. Had he no been full of dignity for himself he would have thrown up by now but, even when alone, he had to keep up the strong man facade. Slowly he pushed the door to the kitchen open and jumped back when it fell off its hinges. He stared down at the blackened tiles, the insects rising from them and running off from the new presence. Chase's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he tried to keep the vomit down that had risen from his stomach. [I]"Jesus Christ... Jesus..."[/I] he thought to himself. When he opened his eyes he took in the scene; the kitchen full of green and black disease, rotting and dying, the walls bleached with that horrible little piece of nature. But his eyes locked onto one thing in particular, one thing that made him both scared, confused and disgusted. A body. Sat at the table, head laid back, the skin a carapace now and some bones showing through from the flesh that had dropped off. The remaining flesh was black and chunky and the eye sockets were hollow, save for the worms that seemed to have found their way in there. The fingers were long and boney, placed on the table as if the person had been holding on for dear life, clothes hanging off, ribcage showing and hair grey now upon the skull. Chase whimpered. He nearly through up again but managed to keep it back down, coming to a realisation: the body was [i]nowhere near[/i] even fifty years old. He ran out of the house. [B]"Lon! Chiyoko! Ilya!"[/B] He ran as fast as he could back towards their direction with his head down. This had changed everything; they might not have been [i]alone[/i]. He kept running and running with his head whirring around with solutions and ideas, so much so that he tripped over his own feet and fell face first into a puddle. He lay there and breathed. Breathed until he felt his lungs clear and his nose rid of the smell. The water ran off his face and he pushed himself up by his palms slowly, trying to get himself back on track, until he heard the sound of running water. ...were they really alone? He would have to go and see.[/size][/align]

[size=1]I actually had two songs with some of my ex's. My favourite was Nine Inch Nail's [b][url=http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=8BTKnD4R_g8]We're In This Together[/URL][/b] (clickage). I went out with a girl for about a week but it was the biggest connection ever, mostly because we were both headcases (and that also being the reason who broke up because we messed with each other's head). This song, in that case, was perfect and is still reminds me of most of my relationships... except now they're one sided because I'm the only screwy one. And the second, somewhat nicer one, is Apoptygma Berzerk's [b][url=http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-Jg_CvHVaY]In This Together[/url][/b]. I don't actually like the video but this has always made me smile on the good relationships I've had and I normally play it when they were round - even if they didn't notice what song it was - because it really does make me smile. It was 'our' song too with my second the last girlfriend which was pretty nice. Also I think Manson's [b][url=http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=NX1fqMGQWtI]Heart-Shaped Glasses[/url][/b] is one... but that's more of 'my' song about 'my' relationships rather than two of us (I normally say 'you don't hurt me and I won't hurt you' which is kinda the same as 'don't break my heart and I won't break your heart-shaped glasses', heh).[/size]

[size=1]The chicken came first because it's written before the egg.[/size]

[size=1]I can't make a good paragraph of criticism at the moment because I'm on a mobile phone but I'll try to get one up later. My vote, however, goes to [B]Shy[/b] because it was clever and interesting. It was quite unpredictable and I really enjoyed reading it - awesome piece.[/size]

[size=1]It's alright for the delay. I might be able to make a post but I'll wait for Blonde to get something up first. Neko still has free run to post whenever since her character's out of the way a bit at the moment. When we all get together in the city I'm thinking of ending this chapter and then we'll start with the idea I had when I was drunk - yep, the one where I let you guys decide what happened to humanity.[/size]

[size=1]You know what they say about a member with a bigger post count... ...okay I don't know either. I'm glad they're back because it makes me feel better about spazzing out last time when I reached 1000. Although I would somewhat prefer my Otaku status back...[/size]

[size=1]I'd love to eat a kitten. Even from the sea. There's just something delightfully cruel about it... like when you imagine your food alive it tastes better (in this case imagine them as cute little swimming cats).[/size]

[size=1]...I thought it was a really good idea though =(.[/size]

[quote name='TimeChaser']Fair enough. :animesmil Heh, yeah... I'm hoping he gets a little bit of a haircut at least for the role. I have fears of him being labeled the "Emo Doctor" or something similar just because of the way his hair is right now. :animesigh[/QUOTE] [size=1]Haha but that kind of thing would appeal to the kiddy winks. Unfortunately emo fangirls irritate me because they think watching the TV movie makes them an old time fan. I do agree he should get a hair cut but you know, it's quite popular these days. It's almost like Tennant wearing the converse, except they looked good. This new Doctor still looks really pretty though =3. For a man.[/size]

[size=1]Aaaah, good man you are, Blonde =). I may not be here until Sunday so I can't do anymore voting as of yet. I just hope everyone gets their pieces up so I have something to chew on haha.[/size]

[size=1]I have two cats and a dog so I like both. My cat (literally all mine! =D ) isn't lazy like normal cats. She's quite young so she's a bit insane... or rather a lot... and best mates/enemies with the dog. She sleeps in his basket and he'll either let her and squeeze in with her, bark at her or try and push her out. We have the cutest pictures of them sleeping together - Lucky has a cat grin and my dog, Chance, looks relatively grumpy. All in all I like both. If it came to it though and I lived on my own I'd get a cat, since it doesn't require as much attention as a doggie.[/size]

[size=1]I've never wrote anything with so many little hidden references and tiny little meanings. I just hope people get it hehe. I still also believe posting first gives opponents the advantage because they can see exactly what you've written and have time and work around it but, alas, it doesn't bother me too much. Maybe there's a way around that... I love writing about schizophrenics and television.[/size]

[FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"][align=justify]The last breath is the best lungful of air throughout your entire life; it beats all those summer nights, all the putrid gases or reeking infestations. I guess watching Forrest Gump on bootleg with your demon ? and best friend ? is as good as any to go. But the breath?s not here now. [i]Rewind.[/i] ?Seat taken?? There was this man, you see, massive and heroic looking, strong with beautiful, void eyes, Northern, who I scoffed at because he looked everything I was not. He sat down and, confidently (which I was not), he spoke. ?You look fancy, what you do?? I smiled nervously. ?I sell cars.? ?Oh you do now? Well car-man, I?m Jay ?Arrison. Bare knuckle boxer.? ?Ha. My second name is Harrison, too.? I shook his hand and noticed the cuts. I smiled, he smiled. Luxuriously what I failed to be. [i]Fast-forward.[/i] My head falls back and my eyes roll in my skull. Jay sits beside me and I feel the smoke from his cigarette in my face as I clutch, literally for life, onto the knife in my stomach, all the burning hatred and love of years for him dripping out little by little until there?s no more to bleed from my croaking mess. ?Missin? best part,? he says. [i]Pause.[/i] ?Jay? Jay I can?t?? ?I know.? He grabs my face gently and pushes his forehead against mine. I try to speak some more but it doesn?t work. [i]Rewind.[/i] I remember, once, sitting in a restaurant with Jay. He was slightly cut up from a previous fight but we never talked about that. We were on coffee now, said he loved that shit, but I wasn?t too much into it. Too bold for me. As we talked I noticed his eyes flicking occasionally to the side, an act I refrained from questioning until he grumbled. ?Woman keeps looking at us?? he snarled. I looked. She shook her head at me then left. ?Come on.? Jay growled from his throat. I scrambled after him and he took to the streets, walking fast but cautiously. I tailed behind with no idea what was going on, until I saw him following the lady. Got what she deserved, he?d said. [i]Fast-forward.[/i] ?Don?t cry.? He whispers to me. They burn down my cheeks which I can?t help when I travel through memories. [i]Rewind.[/i] He said to me, about a day before he plunged that knife through my stomach, that one of us had to leave. Said it real sadly, in a house that was alive with death and mould? and I knew I should?ve asked. [i]Fast-forward.[/i] [i]Pause.[/i] ?J-Jay?? I was cold now because his hands and head were gone. I turn and expect him there but he?s gone ? Where did he go? Where did he go? ? I gasp left in this cold delusion and in front of the blaring television by myself. By myself. [i]Pause.[/i] I was always by myself. Kill yourself with dreams of what you wanna be. Pause. Breathe now ? [i]- Stop.[/i] [/FONT][/align]

[size=1]Both entries were quite good so it was difficult for me to decide, in terms of the writing. Rex (can I call you Rex?) wrote an interesting piece, methinks, which was quite eventful for one hundred words. The description was good and the character was put across quite cleary - I did, unfortunately, believe the story was a little predictable, especially towards the end. Maybe it's just me but parts of it felt somewhat forced rather than natural writing. It was still a very good read though. [Strike]Blayze[/strike]DeLarge's seemed to be mostly about description but it was well done and thought out. The picture was painted well but I believe some of the long, winding details/descriptions could have been cut out for something simpler to make the piece more refreshing and less repetitive. It wasn't as eventful as Rex's but I prefer the image that was created here. I'm pretty drawn to DeLarge's. Both were great submissions but my vote goes to [B]DeLarge[/b].[/size]

[size=1]I bet everyone's doing the little waiting game, where they see what their opponent comes up with first, haha =p. I know I thought of doing that but then I remembered once I get giddy about something I've written I can't stand keeping it on my hard drive. I see through you sneaky lot! =p But alas I'm giving my squishy goat brain another day or two to see if it can spit out something a little better than what I have.[/size]

[size=1]I want a go now! So I'm [B]Vicky[/b], commonly called Goat by my friends and Ferret - don't ask - by another. I joined when I was really young and I was such a silly fool back then. I'm [B]17[/B] since the 10th, despite what my profile says. I don't talk much to people first but I'm a right friendly person; I've been called every name under the alternative sun, but I don't care because what really matters is knowing who I am. I also know I contradict myself and I respect that... if not nothing else... because being perfect would honestly sicken me. I like [b]classical, first and second wave punk and metal[/b]. My favourite band is Depeche Mode and in second that would be Crass, which is what my current banner and avatar are. I'll defend my opinion to the bone even though I know, surely, the world I'd like will never happen. I'm often in two minds about things but exactly two members (coincidence?) on here would know what that means. I'm a [b]college drop out[/b] who was getting straight A's; I write, a lot, and I love philosophy, art, history and girls. I want to do something with writing one day but, above that, I want to be happy. I'm also an example, as the signature says, and no hero. I've been told I'm a real pessimist and that I also have no confidence, crappy social skills and everything to do with that jargon. I guess I'm still a terrified little child but it'll do. It'll do. Oh yeah I'm the [b]gay[/b] with a really weird opinion about sexuality. We probably shouldn't get into this. I dye my hair a lot, I haven't bought new clothes in years, I wear sunglasses and as of recently I'm [b]blind[/b] in one eye. I look like a pirate when I'm reading on the computer. That's who I am, I think.[/size]

[quote name='Mr. Blonde'][SIZE="1"](Vicky's going down)[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]to china town[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Maybe not. Apparently I'm very quick at coming up with ideas. Hence a lot of my good RPGs fleshed out in a day - and I think Allamorph also complimented me on this on AIM. Or someone else. I know Allamorph but I was just saying =3.[/size]

[size=1]It does indeed. Though I'm not too bothered because I already did mine now =3. I'm just biding my time or waiting for a better idea to float along.[/size]