Vicky

[size=1]*thread bump* I did have a really cool Christmas picture of myself, in a hat and a red shirt and even a white bandage on my arm to go with it but I've lost it. So instead, I'll post a cat picture. And you're all lucky because at the moment this is the only picture that exists where you can see how bad my eye got. The rest of the time I'm wearing sunglasses or you can't see it because I'm showing off my good side. Stay tuned for Christmas-ness pictures ;D [url=http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/2605/catje5.jpg]Me and the Kitten[/url][/size].

[size=1]A-whoooooooooop. Christmas seems to be sucking the life out of us. Although I am at the computer I cannot write a post... seeing as there's a lot of loud music playing and one of my friends dancing around empty bottles. Shall we try Sunday? We most certainly will! But anyone else is free to post before me.[/size]

[size=1]The special was better than the last lot but not awesome. I enjoyed it... I was bored for the first few minutes but then it got interesting. I just wish they could explain those weird Cyber-animal creature things haha. The humour in this episode rocked. I thought the big industrial cyber machine was a bit farfetched, until I realised I was watching Doctor Who XD. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't this Russel's last episode he's writing for? If so it was better than some of the crap he did, but it was no Blink and certainly no Satan Pit! I wonder what the hell is happening with Tennant anyway...[/size]

[size=1]We have British weather. That means snow in August, rain in the would-be-snow-months, cold sun in Spring and rain in Summer. There was snow one day and on that day I was late for the bus and ended up slipping and smacking my face off a wall.[/size]

[size=1]I'm free tomorrow so I'll try and get a post up but I haven't even had a chance to read yours and DeLarge's yet XD. Bah feckin' humbug![/size]

[size=1]We've been lied to! I just watched the Christmas special and it turns out David Morrisey is not the next Doctor. Like I wasn't expecting that >_

[size=1]I still don't like Christmas so I didn't ask for anything. I did get a few bits off my parents and friends, though. An alarm clock which is a bomb (pretty awesome), some hair stuff, chocolate, beer and fifty quid. I'll be spending the said money on piercings and hair dye. Doesn't really feel like Christmas, haha.[/size]

[size=1][align=justify]Chase took a walk forward and dug his fingers into the dirt, pulling it up and letting it fall back down again. He looked up into the city a head, a fox's ears perked up before it darted back off. Chase sighed. [b]"There are no bones. No skeletons. People left things here. I doubt everyone got up and abandoned the world; where would they go? There's no evidence of war, either. Except politic tension..."[/b] he wasn't actually talking to Ilya, more like musing to himself. [b]"There are no tanoy systems, or evidence of military presence, so the people weren't warned or asked to leave. Ha. The only thing I can think of is an insane virus that eats bones as well as flesh..."[/b] He paused an laughed. [b]"Which is just silly, really."[/b] [B]"Silly?"[/B] Chase raised an eyebrow. [b]"Yes. There wouldn't be animals around if there existed a flesh eating virus."[/B] He rolled his eyes. [B]"Anyway, you should go and get the other two. Drag Chiyoko if you need to... headaches aren't that bad. I'll wait here but I'm not waiting all day, there's a city to explore with answers in it."[/B] Ilya paused for a moment but didn't move. Chase, although he felt bad for it, placed the tip of his thumb onto his pocket where the gun was located, not as a threat but as a reminder. Ilya nodded and moved off. [I]"I don't know why it's so much fun..."[/i] Chase thought to himself with a grin. He took out his cigarettes to light one up but noticed, grimly, there were only about ten left. That wasn't going to last. He folded his arms and waited for them, a slight question of whether Chiyoko was alright playing on his mind, but only because his chances of survival were better if the wolves had a choice between humans.[/size][/align]

[size=1]Ain't half as bad as the couple who named their kid Superman and I'm not joking. The original name they picked ("4Real") wasn't allowed haha. This starts a whole chain reaction. When the boy gets older he'll name his children a weird, horrible thing in spite of his parents, and so and so fourth. I could, somehow, understand the name, but wanting the swastika on there is just... I don't even know what that is. Unless it wasn't the Nazi one then... hmm... maybe. Nevermind. Stupid parents. Call your kid Harry next time.[/size]

[size=1]I found another one! Creed! I used to like them immensely and then when I had gone off them a bit (grew up haha) someone told me they were Christian rock. Next time I listened to them I realised that all the lyrics were about God. Not that I hated them for that, I hated them for how cheesy it became. Which is a shame because their favourite song has become my most detested one of all time. I wouldn't mind if they weren't so cheesy.[/size]

[size=1]HAHAHA! FAIL! I love this game even though now I'm technically dead =D. My last words: Faaaaaail. =p.[/size]

[size=1]I actually expected you to get the first hahaaa =p. [B]"What part of me looks like YOUR blud?!"[/b] is from Kidulthood! Oh yeah! I'll stop now XD. Sorry Blonde.[/size]

[size=1]I listen to anything really... literally, haha. I go from classical to black metal. I generally dislike the mainstream shindig though, not because I'm trying to be different, just because the current mainstream sucks. Mostly mean the majority of rap and indie artists. My favourite genres would be punk (first wave stuff or the crazy anarcho-punk stuff) and all kinds of new wave stuff though. Metal comes second, then classical in third. I also lik acoustic and folk hahaaa.[/size]

[size=1]Done. Hope that was okay. Ten points to whoever gets the two movie lines used in the post! I'm looking at [strike]Blayze[/strike] DeLarge here! Boy always gets 'em.[/size]

[size=1][align=justify]He didn?t spend too much time outside during the day. Not that he was afraid, more that he was tried. Night time was more of his thing. All his friends were pretty much dead, now, so there was no more fun to be had through the day and even less through the night, except a tiny little obligation to stand up for what you believe in. If you want peace, prepare for war. Trojan never missed. He kept a two chains normally wrapped around his chest, razor sharp tiny knives on a few edges of the links and two heavy, spiked led balls on the ends. He could take them all down with those two metal chains and he would never miss ? he could promise that. But he had to keep the razors sharp. He sat in the squat waiting for the only friend he had left to come back, sharpening the spikes on the led balls with a file. The squat was only one large room filled with shattered glass and stones thrown in from elsewhere, located down an alleyway, beside a river, under apartment buildings. It had nothing except two mattresses stolen from skips and spray painted walls from the previous thugs but it was home; anywhere that lasted more than a few days was home. There was scuffling by the window (the front door to them). Trojan turned his head and narrowed his eyes, hands gripping the chain tighter. He saw a silhouette appear holding its hands up. [B]?Hey hey, chill out, it?s me.?[/b] Loki jumped through the window onto the glass, which would have gone through any normal trainers but not his boots. He was a tall and lanky boy, younger than Trojan, with his head completely shaven, bleached trousers and a set a clothes that hadn?t been washed in a good long time. He sat down on the mattress opposite Trojan and took off his fighter jacket, rummaging through the bag. [B]?Here, I got ya somet? eat,?[/b] Loki threw a tin at Trojan which he caught and examined. Heinz beans. Better than a Full English. [B]?Cheers. You find anyone else??[/b] Loki shook his head. [B]?No. Can?t find anyone ? all gone. Not a single kid from the ol? days left. Everyone we knew is gone? dunno where. So much for if the kids unite??[/b] Trojan grinned and opened the can with a spike. [B]?So much for it. Yeah.?[/B] [B]?Though fer what?s worth, I got some better stuff, free of charge,?[/b] he rummaged through the bag again and pulled out two cans of beer and a bag of something else, [B]?you need to chill out some more. Thought you?d can use this stuff.?[/b] Trojan couldn?t see the other thing but excepted the beer. [B]?I?ll take one of them, that?s all. I don?t like that stuff.?[/b] Loki grinned and took a pill out of the bag. He popped it in his mouth and cracked open the can of beer, watching Trojan guzzle down beans and Special Brew. Even Loki found it hilarious that in the time when it was needed most the cowards who yelled for new order and anarchy had ran away when they were needed most. Or they were dead. Only posers died. [B]?I guess you?ll be out tonigh?, Batman.?[/b] Loki laughed into his can. Trojan nodded. [B]?Of course.?[/B] He ran his hand through his hair which had fallen down from last night?s rain, [B]?I wish I had some more hair stuff though. All ran out.?[/B] [B]?All this shit is hard to come by these days, Tro?. Glue is harder ta find than drugs and beer. Had to go all the way for otherside to get this.?[/b] He threw something else over in Trojan?s general direction which rolled over to his boots. Trojan picked it up and examined it as a brand of PlexiGlue, which was even good for battling the weather. Trojan grinned and picked up the mirror (full of mud and dust), getting to work. [B]?Cheers man,?[/b] he glanced up briefly and nodded. Loki shrugged. [B]?Dun mention it boy.?[/b] [center]*[/center] [B]?Move the fuck outta here!?[/b] [B]?You better listen to him arsehole!?[/B] The two hooded men shoved the bank manager from the heavily lit street and into the darkness with handguns waving in his face. The bank manager complied but couldn?t keep his balance, falling shoulder first into the cobblestones and being kicked in the ribs. [B]?Get the fuck up!?[/B] the tallest robber in the blue hoody shouted waving his gun. The manager stood up without his suitcase and was thrown against the wall by the other thug, gun pushed into his chin. [B]?You?re company messed with the wrong kinda people. They?re so ?igh up that they ain?t even comin? ta do this job ? they sent us to do it. An? they don?t pay us shit except what you got in your wallet an? satisfaction!?[/b] The banker had his hands held up and his eyes wide so he couldn?t do anything whilst the other man rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out a five pound note and an empty wallet. Furious, the blue hood smashed opened the suitcase and threw around the papers but found nothing. [B]?Fuck! Nothin?!?[/b] [B]?What?s the ?ell?s wrong wit? you? You?re a fuckin? banker boy! Where?d you keep your cash? Huh? You betta? tell ?cause this bullet?s goin? through your fuckin? skull anyways!?[/b] [i]Thunk.[/I] Both robbers stopped. The blue hood turned around, his face visible for the first time, messy curly hair and a hard jawline. There was a figure stood a few metres away, breathing loudly and harshly at them, the silhouette distinguished by the Mohawk and a mace-like weapon on a chain rolling towards them. Both hoods looked at each other and uttered a chuckle. [B]?Aye up, what?s this then? ?Nother bloke who don?t know who ?e?s dealin? with? You?re on the wrong side, mate. No copper ain?t ever gonna arrest us ? so you just go on ?ome. Didn?t your daddy tell ya? Punk is dead.?[/B] The blue hood cocked his gun and aimed it at the silhouette, who only stepped forward daringly, kicking his weapon with the edge of his foot when it got closer. It rolled between the legs of the blue hood who still had a smirk across his face. [B]?Just move along, blud.?[/B] He snarled. Trojan breathed out through his nostrils. [B]?What part o? me looks like [I]your[/I] blood??[/b] In a flash the other chain came forward and ripped past the blue hood?s shoulder. It tore through and rendered his arm useless so the gun fell on the floor on the man cried out in pain trying to keep the blood inside his body. His friend left the banker and raced forward, to which Trojan whipped back his first chain from under the hood?s legs, trying through some more skin and ripping at the back of his knees. Trojan twisted the chains up in and around his arms, only scratching the leather and protecting his skin. [B]?You can stay around or move along ?ome yourself. I ain?t too mithered ?bout playin? target practice through nigh? ? only thing is, I neva? miss.?[/B] Trojan warned the blue hood when he had came close to his face. He looked over at the banker who still stood with his back to the wall. Obviously his company had pissed off some kind of major criminal family ? most likely the Face and his whackjobs ? but it was no reason to be shot in cold blood. Trojan eyed him. [B]?You better get ?ome as well.?[/B] The banker nodded and whisked himself off ? clumsily ? back onto the lit street and running off with all his might. Trojan was about to move off when the blue hood got up, angrier than ever now, and went to hit Trojan on the back of the head. It didn?t take a genius to see his shadow, so Trojan ducked down and flailed his arm out, the spikes on his chain sticking into the blue hoods chest. He blurted out a loud cry and some kind of jumbled together sentence before dropping to his knees, holding his now bleeding stomach. [B]?Don?t be a pussy??[/b] Trojan scoffed, [B]?that ain?t going to kill you. Just shut the fuck up screamin? an? get outta here. And you,?[/b] he pointed to the second robber, who squirmed from the floor, [B]?you got a brigh? idea too??[/b] The robber shook his head violently with his mouth locked shut. [B]?Good.?[/B] Trojan cleared his throat and spat out whatever was brought up onto them both. He may not have been a conventional hero, or even a clean, well-mannered, martial arts-trained master at that, but he was a hero with the right respect for the right people and he would never kill a man. No, no sir; never kill a man. [center]*[/center] Trojan had to drag himself back to the squat during the morning. His face had received a gaudy blow, cutting open his eyebrow and a bruise was forming on his neck. The last fight he was in involved a bunch of ex-football hooligans who knew how to fight, but Trojan managed to beat them down and keep them out of trouble. Though his head did rather hurt now. He stumbled through the window onto the glass and through down all his weapons ? the chains, the knives and the guns he?d picked up. He breathed in the sweet smell of beans and beer, the 5 o?clock train whizzing past above them, and moved over to Loki?s bed. [B]?Hey, heeeey Looooki??[/b] he whispered in a sing-song voice slapping his head. [B]?Wake up your dirty skin. Oi,?[/b] he patted his head again but there was no movement. In frustration Trojan rolled him over ready to slap his face but paused. Loki?s lips were blue, the underneath of his eyes red and mixed colours, his skin pale and clammy. Slowly Trojan placed his palm onto Loki?s face which was ice cold to the touch; he pulled it back and narrowed his eyes. [B]?Loki? what are you playin? at? Only posers die, man. Loki. Loki? wake up man??[/b] He checked his pulse and it was dead. He slapped him again, shook him violently, checked his pulse, slapped him on the face, checked his pulse, slapped him on the face? By the end of it Trojan got up. He wanted to cry now, but Trojan had never cried since the accident; he took up a knife off the floor and walked over to the wall, where there were lines carved in. Slowly he carved another line into the plaster and watched it form as another friend was dead, now.[/size][/align]

[size=1]I'll give this another shot. I better stop making a habit though hahaaa. [center][img]http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/11/l_fcb3c83c065347edb70840e486ed8e7a.png[/img] [B]Things I Hate:[/B] People yelling. Considering I have a hangover the majority of my life I hate - absolutely [i]hate[/i] people yelling. I also hate even more when they yell "I'M NOT SHOUTING!". Yes, you are, be quiet...[/size][/center]

[size=1]This is what happens when you let an Athiest on the OUP =p.[/size]

[size=1]Cheers Neko =3. I fixed firefox now but I also have my vision back properly in the right eye - or as proper as it's going to get. So I'm back to annoying small sized fonts and using that magnifying glass function when I can't see, hahaa. The site is still a problem though. If anyone has anything they'd like to add to it send me a PM and I'll send you the password for it and all that jazz so you can put things up. Also I'll be posting after Neko does, or on Monday if she gets side tracked again, hehe =p.[/size]

[size=1]I'm just amazingly amused that the definition for "f**kers" was 'a slang term for chavs'. I can bet everyone in the UK had a giggle at that, hahaaa.[/size]

[size=1]Lynch: Myself. So the civilians lose when the last werewolf ends up alive tonight. S'what you get, I'd rather be revengeful than see my side win.[/size]

My post tonight, just to keep updated, haha. Or if not tonight then tomorrow morning but I dunno how that translates to everyone else across the globe =p.

We seem to have a problem. I'm going to try and post instead but if you can post, Ness, then that would be wonderful. At the moment I'm playing around with me firefox to try and get the text a bit bigger. I'll no longer be typing in small font, either (except possibly in the RPG because that'll be typed up on word). To explain a little, as Nessaja already knows I've had trouble in the hospital and trouble with my eyes. The eyedrops I used I was allergic to and I'm now blind in my left eye and have very poor vision in my right eye. I might get sight back in the left eye but it's not a promised. Originally it was only my left eye that was effected but now the right is playing up. Basically everything I type has to be typed in large font on word now until I figure out where everything still is on firefox. I cannot update the website for the RPG, either, since I can't see it. But if you think I'm giving up then you don't know me haha. Nessaja, can you get a post up at any point? I'll post after you and if Neko isn't around we can continue with the three of us for a bit. There's no need to change any fonts or sizes though, I'll be fixing the computer screen soon enough to sort that out, but I'm not sure how I'll manage a site because the colours just... don't work >_<

[size=1]I like this haha. It's quite cute and I imagine the teddy is dizzy by now. It's simple enough to be effective and the music fits right in. I was wondering, though, what it would be like if you added some cool effects. You know, like an 'old' video effect. Or switching between loads of video effects every time the video changes view. I mean, it looks simply (see what I did there?) cool as it is, I were just thinking, is all =p. I like it. Does the teddy have a name?[/size]

[size=1]S Club 7, Spice Girls and Steps. They were the fad when I was younger. At some point I listened and liked them. They're the only bands I despise now after growing up near them... if anyone ever says 'Reach for the Stars!' near me then it's not a pretty sight. And I am [i]never[/i] amused at it. How awful.[/size]

[size=1]Neeeeeekkooooooo XD Things have slowed themselves a bit but am I right in thinking we're still waiting for Neko's post? I've been out of action for a few days (hospital food don't taste nice, folks, I'd rather eat a lion). No worries as long as we can pick it up again.[/size]