Vicky

[size=1]Jiggle bells Batman smells Robin laid an egg The Batmobile lost its wheel and the Joker got away HEY! I hate Christmas.[/size]

[quote name='Mr. Blonde']It was the spidermunk, wasn't it, Darren? Werewolves hate spidermunks... it gets them nervous. Ha... sorry to "paint a big target" on your back, buddy. And I'm pretty sure Sephiroth said there were three werewolves at the beginning of this game, so that's how I came to that (but you knew that already didn't you, teen wolf). I've come to my conclusion by observing the various behavior that I believe contitututes guilty parties, but like I said this is not 100%. I believe Lrb is the detective, and I don't believe Tetra is a werewolf, so I've based a lot of my deductions around those points. I won't quite hang you out to dry yet, Darren, but if I die my 'last gasp' will contain all of the information I believe is needed to bring you down. Until then I will keep my mouth shut. Once again, sorry. :animesmil[/QUOTE] [size=1]But, I must also point out, you're no expert in observation (unless you are a real private investigator or one of those occupations in real life) and you're also observing people over the [i]internet[/i], which would also make any 'skill' you have in observation pretty void. I doubt you're an expert on behaviour =p I still doubt you because if you had any constructive proof or evidence then you would have posted it by now after making such accusations - therefore I believe you're simply throwing out names, now, and not providing the evidence because you have none. And the spidermunk is cute XD Anyway, this is all a big twisted web. I don't trust any of you ¬_¬[/size]

[quote name='chibi-master']I think you may have hit the nail on the head, but I'm not quite sure about Darren...BUT MAYBE THAT'S JUST WHAT HE WANTS US TO THINK!!! Wow, this is not good for the nerves...[/QUOTE] [size=1]But, you see, what evidence do you have to believe Mr. Blonde? The more we don't lynch the more civilians we'll lose - of course someone had to be lynched for. Picking the obvious choice wouldn't make you a werewolf, now. I have my own hunches of who the werewolves are, but I'm not intending to post that yet. Either way, [i]no one[/i] has nothing beyond a hunch, so be careful who you believe. Mr. Blonde may very well be playing a clever werewolf tactic on you.[/size]

[quote name='Lunar'][COLOR="Indigo"] I mean, from what I've seen, a lot emo people have depression problems(excuse me if that's offensive in any way). However, some kids who claimed they were emo weren't depressed at all. It's like it was a style and there were two categories. Those who were really depressed and those who just wore the "emo" style. I can understand why real emo people may be angry at those who are just wearing their clothes and hair in an emo way. They don't understand how they feel. [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]No. It really takes this mick when people dress to 'look' depressed. Why would you go around showing that off? People die because of that. People go through hell because of it... so either 'emos' are wrong for dressing up and giving off this 'depressed' look, or wrong for pretending to be depressed, because it's not a fashion statement and it's not big. A lot of [i]people[/i] have depression problems - not emos. You should be careful with that, heh. They can do what they want, really, I don't even care. They can call themselves emo for whatever reason, as long as they don't bother me - it really doesn't bother me what group they attach themselves to, it only bothers me when they're irrational jackarses. I've had my fair share of those 'pretend-I-want-to-be-in-a-group-somewhat-emos' and kids who don't label themselves but would be labelled, by others, emo. And the former group I avoid for reasons that they really do seem to think depression and cutting themselves is a fad. It's not funny and it's not clever.[/size]

[quote name='Mr. Blonde'] Did you ever have someone accuse you of something you didn't do? Most of the time you'll react by becoming very offended that they are accusing you, maybe if she was a little more calm about her denial I would suspect her more. But honestly... who knows.[/QUOTE] [size=1]And equally people panic when they're found out. Depends on the person.[/size]

[quote name='Tetra of sound']Easy, Chibs: I'm always the scapegoat, no matter where I go. How much more of a reason do you need for me to be a target? Look, I said it once, and I'm going to say it again: [B][SIZE=4][FONT=Arial Black]I AM NOT A WEREWOLF!!!! I AM A REGULAR, FRIGGIN' CIVILIAN!!! IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, JUST WASTE LRB'S INVESTIGATIONS ON ME!!!!! I AM AS SERIOUS AS AN IDIOTIC SOUND KUNOICHI CAN GET!!!! (and that's pretty serious)[/FONT][/SIZE][/B] If you people want to be a bunch of idiots playing into the wolves' hands, fine by me. Vote out the one who got "Shikamaru Nara" on a Naruto quiz. Vote out the lazy and naive, yet smart one. I don't care. But when you get your butts kicked by wolves, I don't wanna hear it. [CENTER][B][SIZE=4][FONT=Comic Sans MS]You have been warned. Farewell. If I could Lynch you all, I would. [/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/CENTER][/QUOTE] [size=1]Maybe if you would have calmed down people wouldn't be so likely to lynch you - you sound desperate =p. And, besides, only a werewolf talks in such tongues... ...I stand by my lynch.[/size]

[size=1]To be quite honest, all the fingers point to Tetra, at least logic does. But my instinct say someone else... and I won't say who. Simply because I don't have enough evidence to go on a gut instinct right now - not until things really start to get tough. Therefore, by not saying [i]who[/i], I'll go by logic. And that says: Lynch: [B]Tetra[/b].[/size]

[size=1][align=justify]He vaguely recalled (to others it was a total recollection) that song he once heard, by Nine Inch Nails, as he shifted through the piles of crap and decay on the open floor of the lab, through tables and broken chairs. It was getting dark now but he didn?t care too much, because human was smarter than beast, and if humanity could subdue to wild once it could do it again. [b]?And you can have it all, my empire of dirt??[/b] he muttered under his breath picking up a rusted screw driver and throwing it into the bag. He knew all he had to contend with was an old man - who could try and hide up stupidity with wildness but was still, at heart, stupid ? until Chase himself was the empire of dirt. He had collected a nice little lot so far ? the gun, some documents, the wires and computer chips, a screw driver, a whistle and a thick plastic water bottle. Chase looked up all of a sudden at the snapping of branches outside. He placed his thumb just over his armed pocket, ready to draw and shoot if he had to. He saw a head appear from outside, poking in from the hole that had been bashed through the bricks; Chase growled in annoyance, seeing it was Ilya, probably looking for him. [b]?Past your bedtime. What?re you doing here??[/b] Ilya walked into the lab and took a look around before turning to Chase. [b]?I said I would come and find you, because it?s -?[/b] [b]?Getting dark. I know.?[/b] Chase only laughed. [b]?I don?t need Lion Man to survive the night, and neither do you. We keep these bitches as pets, and they ain?t so tough because they?re [I]wild[/I]. Just like the old guy ain?t so tough because he?s [I]wild[/I].?[/B] Chase was about to mentally slap himself for talking to the girl but, at the moment, he didn?t care too much. If he let them all die they he wouldn?t have anyone to talk to when they were gone. [b]?But wouldn?t it be wise to have someone like that with us??[/b] [b]?Depends if you wanna be the Master or the Servant. We?re not animals so why act like one? We?re the last of a master race and I intend to show everyone of these fuckin? wolves and cats that we?re still the top even in four numbers.?[/B] He threw the last of what he was collecting in his bag and turned to her, sighing again. He walked over to the outside and leaned against the bricks, staring at her. [b]?It took one man to invent the light bulb. So how much do you think [I]we[/I] can do, with all these resources around now? The construction is complex but I know that, at some point, we?ll have guns and weapons of mass destruction to rule the planet until we die. So at least we can leave with a bang.?[/B] Chase wasn?t trying to talk to her like an equal, he was trying to scare her, and it almost looked as if it worked. He grinned and licked the side of his lips, tossing the bag over his shoulder and stepping out. [b]?What?s it going to be, kid? Are you a Master or a Servant??[/B] He didn?t actually wait for an answer and carried on walking (his heavy footsteps interrupting any answer she could have given). Ilya followed him and it was now getting far too dark, mostly only the sun setting and the stars in the sky. Chase traced his path back through the woods and came to a figure he recognised as Chiyoko? since she was bloody hard to miss. [b]?Hey kid, what you doin? out here? Lion Man scare you off??[/b] he shouted, but Chiyoko didn?t move. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on something in the heap of grass and vegetation, transfixed and glued to the spot with fear. After some time, Chase caught the sound of low and feral growls, as did Ilya, who yelped and covered her mouth. Chase wasn?t too afraid, his thumb on the tip of the gun in his pocket, moving forward as quietly as he could. He came only a few metres behind Chiyoko and followed her gaze but, the gazes staring back, where not yellow or the eyes of wolves. They were brown with only the slightest hint of blue, and a growl that was feral but not instinctively wild. They were the descendants of domesticated dogs. He began to back away and Chiyoko looked at him almost with disgust, thinking of him as a coward now. He backed away from the dogs, Chiyoko and Ilya, as far back as he could, and watched the dogs work their way forward (definitely descendants of the domesticated, with all their mixed German Shepherd furs and smaller statures). He reached into his bag and pulled out the whistle and, before the dogs could advance on her anymore. Their heads turned to the sound and eyes widened at Chase, but it wasn?t of fear and offence, it was of familiarity; all dogs, wolves or no, could hear a whistle but domesticated dogs had it almost bred into them by the 22nd century to listen and adhere the sound. They had turned to Chase now but the instinct of murder couldn?t be surpassed by a whistle. Their eyes turned, once again, murderous, but seemed to ignore Chiyoko for now. Before they could leap on him Chase blew the whistle again, briefly, and threw it into the trees. The dogs followed it and leapt away after it, chasing cars again but never knowing what to do when they caught it. [b]?Any other dogs will want to know what that was, you two can stick around here like sheep or come with me.?[/b] He had run off as quickly as he could in the direction of the statue, recalling how tall the base was and that it was made of marble. He heard the two following them and, because they were so close, it didn?t take long for them to appear at the front of the lab entrance. A few birds dispersed themselves from the area when Chase appeared and, to his relief, the vultures had retired. He came to the base of the statue heaving heavily, looking up to notice it was almost two and half times he height. He only glanced back briefly at the two and took out the gun and a long, long piece of tough fibre wire (he knew this stuff, invented in his birth year that could be pulled by three lorries either side and still hold itself together, invented by a guy who got pissed off with flimsy computer wires). Chase tied the gun to the end of the wire and spun it around in a circle, realising it and aiming for the arm of the statue but missing first time. He tried again and got it, the gun clicking against the arm. He realised some of the wire and let the gun drop back to his level, untying it and grabbing both sides of the rope now to pull himself up. He slipped a few times on the marble base but found it relatively easy once his boots touched the statue ? the gruff, eroded metal was like mountain climbing, really. The arm of the statue was thick enough for him to sit there and very close to a heavy tree branch which, incidentally, also led to the roof of the lab; if Ilya and Chiyoko couldn?t fit on the statue, they could sit in the tree, or sit on the roof. He tied the rest of the wire securely around the arm and, fully aware of all the growls coming from the trees and shadows, motioned for the two girls. [b]?Try and get yourselves up here, but I?m not coming back down.?[/b] He told them. [b]?I?ll pull the kid up.?[/b] Oh god. He was being far too nice. He just knew he wasn?t going to help Lion Man up at all if he arrived.[/size][/align]

[center][size=1][img]http://earsucker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/dani_filth.jpg[/img] [img]http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p20/hellsbellso13/Dani_Filth11.jpg[/img] Dani Filth. I so would despite him being a man. Goooooooth boooooy.[/center][/size]

[size=1]Post tonight then on Monday. Monday will be the next chapter so you have the weekend to post... seeing as I'm never here on the weekend (or if I am, I couldn't make a post =p). Monday is also the deadline for anyone joining later or changing characters, folks.[/size]

[quote name='TimeChaser']The thing about beaming or transmatting or whatever you like to call it, is that the living body is a pretty complex thing. You would have to break all that down into energy, and then reassemble it perfectly One bit of information out of place, and you either come back all messed up, or it's good night nurse.[/QUOTE] [size=1]Or a super flawless computer =p.[/size]

[quote name='TimeChaser']Well, I asked my dad about the explanation they had on Wiki for building the Enterprise on Earth, and he's not too sure that it holds up very well scientifically speaking. I'm gonna go geek for a moment and deal with how the Enterprise travels. I remember seeing on some kind of Science of Star Trek program that when they say "warp speed" they literally mean the engines generate a warp in space and they ride it rather like a surfer rides a wave. It isn't light speed travel, but literal warping of the fabric of space.[/QUOTE] [size=1]That's why they have a 'warp field' and whatnot. And why they're always bitching when the warp field goes down or one of the nessels goes kaboom. But, personally, I favour the Borg's method of transport - they get around, those guys. Besides, I never worried about the science behind these shows, they already took massive liberties with time travel. And anti-matter... it was mostly TOS that took the liberities though and the rest of the shows tried to explain it. Also, beaming up isn't actually [i]that[/i] farfetched because, rumour has it, the theory is already being worked on (except it's not beaming up, it's something dodgy about matter transfer).[/size]

[size=1]I've been excited about this movie since last year. Actually, since the very moment it leaked on the website... which was aaaaages ago. Now the time comes I'm not so excited XD EDIT: So I watched the trailer then I realised that, realistically, I'm sure Scotty and half the others didn't know each other until they were on the Enterprise. I haven't watched the original series for a good year now so I have to check that out. I looks promising... but seriously, where are all the nobbly multi-coloured consoles and weird flashy designs? =([/size]

[quote name='Mr. Maul'][COLOR=DimGray][SIZE=1]It tastes even worse when they take them off. They use a grinder to sand off the bits of glue that are still left on your teeth, so there's glue dust going everywhere. It smells as terrible as it tastes. [/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]...You sure it was a dentist you saw and not Harold Shipman?[/size]

[size=1]I'm in love with someone. I'm also in love with the necklace I'm wearing. My orange socks. And my new sunglasses. I'm not a big fan of love at all. I think it's just something from our imagination that we came up with and people can have incredibly strong feelings for someone (the [i]strongest[/i] they've had) but I'd be reluctant to call it love. I'm not saying 'haha no one loves', I'm just saying that's how I see it and that's what it'll probably be like for me. I perhaps love my current girlfriend more than my socks, but that's how much I fling the word around - it doesn't mean anything to me even if you give me all that philosophical bullcrap. I have a connection with my girlfriend that I don't have with my socks but, despite how many times I'll say it, there are only feelings there and not this silly word. And, to defend myself, when I say I could love a woman but never a man, I mean the connection. Love is just a really broad term and doesn't mean anything to me, so little that I'll use it and fling it around willingly. I've also been put off by all the stupid myspace bulletin about "this is what happens when someone truly loves you!!1!11!".[/size]

[size=1]Lynch: [B]No Lynch[/b] I agree that's it's too early on as well to cast any suspicions... also it's too early on for me to be pointing the finger at potential werewolves in case they off me in the next round ;_;[/size]

[size=1]Bending is okay ^_~ I left your character out a little, Nessaja, so you can have a chance to give us a bit more insight into the cluster headaches because I wasn't sure what you wanted for them. Also, I needed to get two items in here. I'm not sure how I'm going to present this, possibly in the very opening page of the game, but we'll have a list of important information (such as documents and dates). Sodrin is a very important character in the whole thing before humanity fell. We'll hear about it sometime soon. But since Ilya is the oldest in terms of what time she was frozen (2142 was it?) I might leak some information to you, Neko, for your character to talk about. Jean Ford's diary will be read later on, little extracts. If you remember in the auditions I talked about a 'political unease' at the time. It's essential to what's happened here, but don't worry about remembering it all at the moment, it'll come together shortly. And yes, I did put Obama in there XD.[/size]

[size=1][align=justify]If there was anything worse than being stranded with idiots, it was being stranded with idiots and a creepy old man who saw himself as the Lion Man. Chase hated that show. He surveyed his surroundings and shook his head. The resources around could have called for much better engineering of the shelter itself, but Chase couldn’t blame the old guy, he was probably part of the normal population. Or maybe just a little bit special, but hardly anything to Chase. The wolf – scrawny thing – rubbed up against Chase’s leg but he only looked down at it and removed his foot. He barely noticed Chiyoko leave. Instead he was stood there, idly, catching a glimpse from Ilya, who he narrowed his eyes at until she turned away. He shook his head at the old man as he was cooking the meat and hoped he would realise that even the wild would bow down to human superiority, and human superiority didn’t mean becoming the animal itself. [b]“I’m sure you can have fun devouring a lion, but you see, most of us house more than one brain cell. Which, when used together, can solve mysteries and riddles. Like this one. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be off to collect something [I]useful[/I], and some information.”[/b] Chase said to them with a slight hint of a laugh in his voice. He walked out, and didn’t speak a word, not intending to come back anytime soon. When he walked outside he heard a noise that he thought was probably belonging to the wildlife but, immediately, realised it wasn’t. He turned around with the cigarette hanging out of his mouth and saw Chiyoko was crouching (Chase wondering why he didn’t realise she left) holding her head, as if in pain, and what a pain it looked like. He played with the idea of being nice – offer a cigarette, a hug, some kind of medical information he knew – but he only breathed in and did the best he could. [b]“Hey, kid,”[/b] he sighed to her rather loudly until she titled her head to indicate she heard, [b]“Lion Man gives me a headache, too. I’m off back to the lab to find some stuff – you know, something worth while. You can come along when you feel like it. Just follow the ash.”[/b] He paused for a moment and heard her whimper, squinting at her for a moment. He had never come across something that came on so fast, unless it was a disease, which a few ran through his mind, but he decided not to ask. Chase left her with a little sigh and wandered off back through the wilderness, keeping his eye out for all kinds of animals (he assumed they had broken out from the zoo and thrived, since lions didn’t live in marshy lands or continents of the sort). He took his surroundings in with a glance to make sure he couldn’t get lost no matter what direction he went in and found the building again, entering from the side rather than the front (as the vulture still sat there). He took a look around and lifted his head to the roof, still dripping from the dew of… spring, he guessed. He finished his cigarette and threw it aside, deciding to make his way back down to the cryogenics lab. Not a change in it except displaced gravel and mud. The lights still bleeped as before but even Chase could tell they were wrong, broken. He walked forward and took a look into a few of the tanks that were still on, wiping the dust at one, the gaze in and – Chase backed away slightly when a skill stared back at him, completely limp, its marrow dusted and cracked in places to form the remains of a face that was the perfect epitome of death. He breathed in and turned away. He thought about this, for a moment, and the date on the calendar, as well as the date the girl gave him. He knew nature took its time to rebuild, and he knew he needed more information. For now, he was going to stick with the idea that they were around three hundred or more years away. Three hundreds years after everyone was gone. He turned to the lockers and bashed his elbow into the nearest one, against the lock. It buckled some so Chase did it again until the edges (not laced too thickly with titanium) were pushed outside, so he could jab his fingers into it and pull it open. The first locker contained a book… a [I]diary[/I]. [b]“Jean Ford…”[/b] Chase raised his eyebrow. Jesus Christ. Jean Ford was the Frenchy he had seen on TV, once, who knew more about politics and all the problems in the world than anyone else. A pessimistic wanker. Grinning, Chase slipped the diary into the back of his pocket and processed to break the rest of the lockers. He found nothing interesting – a sketchbook, a boring biography on Barack Obama, the life of Sodrin, photographs and a wad of cash. The last locker he came to, though, belonged to one Captain Dean Thomas. Chase’s grin grew wider the more he found. A handgun, silver and only rusted slightly but made to last (he remembered before he was frozen the army had developed so much strong material, barely able to rust yet still effective, that it nearly threw America and England into another credit crunch). He checked the ammo and noticed it was full, which gave him around fifteen rounds, and another clip. Lovely. He slipped that into his side pocket and left the rest. Then he got to work with the machines. He opened up the ones that did not work and looked at their insides, powered by Monemium extracts, he thought (he had read about the theory but never seen it as he was frozen before it came into wake but he definitely recognised the structure). He found a bag from one of the lockers and began to fill it with the crystals as well as wires and chips, just in case. For safe keeping he also took the near-burnt memory chips, should he ever find a computer left alive in the world. He sighed, and sighed, and sighed again, toying with the idea of returning yet without an explanation to what had happened.[/size][/align]

[size=1]I'll have to check it out later Wolfie, too much college work today. Post should be up later on tonight in about an hour or two when I finished this essay. Another essay. What's with all the essays...? We'll have a few run arounds with the characters and look around some more then we'll move onto the next chapter. Which is also the last chance for others to sign-up =p.[/size]

[size=1]I hope I portrayed your characters well enough, Neko and Nessaja ^_^;; if not just say the word and it shall be edited to your liking. Anyone who posts next , probably Neko or Nessa if that's cool with you Kata, only needs to know that Chase is a little quick on the uptake and has this idea of showing Ilya the statue and asking her how old it is (although he doesn't know her full abilities; also gives Ilya a chance to show them off). Since we'll be outside it's a good chance for Lon to get involved too, Kata. But you may want to wait for Neko or Nessa to reply beforehand, heh. (The next posts should be fun for whoever takes it upon themselves since you'll get to have everyone speculate on what happened, haha).[/size]

[size=1][align=justify]Chase looked at the new girl from the fire, chewing the inside of his mouth. Oh indeed this was strange and even he was having trouble coming up with the solution with all that faced him; how could he concentrate with two [I]women[/I] stuck with him, let alone figure out what had happened here? [b]?Delightful to meet you,?[/b] he had said sarcastically to mock her courtesy and dignity. She didn?t seem to notice too much and Chase wandered if his situation was effecting his sarcasm. [b]?Well I?m Chase. Galileo Chase. And I?m still not entirely sure how real all of this is ? especially you two.?[/b] [b]?[I]Of course[/I] it?s real.?[/b] Chiyoko had stated with a roll of her eyes. [b]?Recognise the World of Illusions, doll face? Or the Twilight Zone? Parkton Parkinson?s Dream World Syndrome??[/b] he turned from Chiyko to the new girl ? Ilya, he recalled ? who shifted uncomfortably in her spot. [b]?Don?t look so keen for approval. We?re probably the last people around here and it isn?t likely we?re going to spread nasty rumours about you to your friends? that, and, all your friends are dead, now.?[/b] Chiyoko clucked her tongue. [b]?My name?s Chiyoko.?[/b] She said firmly ignoring Chase and extending her hand to the girl over the fire. Chase sat back on his hands (even though the gravel irritated him) and looked at them both. He was becoming more and more convinced this was nothing like an illusion, nothing like a little bit of insanity, but something real. And he wasn?t liking it. He cleared his throat so that when he spoke there would be no indication of any fear or confusion in it and turned to Chiyoko, putting on his best chuckle. [b]?You want a coat before you freeze to death??[/b] he asked her. [b]?I?m fine.?[/b] Chase rolled his eyes and took off his jacket, handing it to her. [b]?I don?t need it, I?m wearing enough layers already. We?ll have to check through the lockers and see what we can find before Alice in Wonderland freezes to death as well.?[/b] Ilya looked confused, almost boarding hurt. [b]?You remind me of Alice. Nothing personal, kid.?[/b] That confusion didn?t fade away and a sense of panic has risen in her, her chest heaving now and looking considerably worried (getting sympathy from Chiyoko but none from Chase). He looked at her some more and realised how young she was; he felt a little guilty for not going to help her but Chase sincerely doubted they would survive if everything around them was common with the entire world. Ilya noticed him staring and looked up, allowing Chase to catch something in her eye. He had seen it before, in only one person previous: himself. It was a talent that many people were crippled by but some gifted in so many ways that it was impossible to group them together? unless you were one of them, and then you knew. [b]?So little girl,?[/b] he started inclining his head, [b]?know any party tricks??[/b] Both Chiyoko and Ilya looked at him, but only Ilya responded. [b]?P-pardon??[/b] her voice cracked and so did a smile on Chase?s face. [b]?You don?t act like a little girl. You don?t seem like a normal girl, in fact you remind me of me - except I were much smarter at your age - ?ah, what [I]is[/I] your age??[/B] [b]?I?m eleven years old, four months, two weeks, one day, five hours, twelve -?[/b] Chase cut her off by standing up all of a sudden. The girl looked terrified by his sudden movement, and who wouldn?t be by the look in his eyes; it was a mixture of astonishment and, [I]almost[/I], despise, because the great Jersey Jackal hated others smarter than him (he always likened himself to being better, anyway; often the others suffered from massive retardation, or crappy social skills, and never possessed the persona that Chase had developed, nor the creativity that spawned from his memory). [b]?I know you didn?t just make that up.?[/b] He growled from his throat. The girl was in a state of panic and confusion, even more so, until Chiyoko jumped in. [b]?Hey, you leave her alone!?[/b] Chase narrowed his eyes. [b]?I will do. For now, you two can be real, and you can sit here while I figure this out. She?s too young to help me with this. She hasn?t got what I got.?[/B] Chase was, arrogantly, referring to the ?balance? he claimed to have found between memory of creativity. While other ?savants? or geniuses were plagued with retardation or diminished social skills, Chase had none ? he was, from cradle to the grave, savant on all levels. Sometimes they just couldn?t see it. He didn?t allow a word of protest and if there was any he ignored it. He turned on his heels and walked away from the fire, back to the doors of the building, stepping outside. He breathed in heavily a breath of air that was so clean to him it almost burnt his lungs, pushing back the other two in his head (he wasn?t going to have a child undermine him today). After a brief pause, Chase faced his surroundings, biting his lip. Again the vulture stood atop the statue, still staring, and just waiting. Chase swallowed in the knowledge he hated statues and birds and diverted his eyes to the sky, where he only swore louder at a kettle of vultures above him, circling. He stepped down the stones into the world and came to the conclusion that things had been like this for a long time. For nature to overturn the fortunes of humanity there must have been at least four hundred years on its side and Chase wondered if people had simply left this area for that long or? ?or everyone was gone. He let it run through his head, past all the logic and algorithms, through all the philosophy and history but he was still unsure of himself. Having not been around so long he had no idea of the political, economic or social situation of the world. He had no idea what could have possibly happened. Whilst is played on his brain he thought he heard something in the bushes. He turned his head to it, slightly, and narrowed his eyes. When it dawned on him that the wildlife was back now he stepped back into the lab slowly and, somehow, an idea came to his head. [b]?See if you can get the girl to come over here!?[/b] he shouted from the door over at the fire. [b]?I got a bit of a surprise!?[/b][/size][/align]

[size=1]Can we have OB celebrities? I vote Boo =p *imagines the size of his ego after that*.[/size]

[size=1]Yep, that's right Dragon. We're still open if you went to edit, just send me a PM when you've updated and I'll give it another review. I think I'll be stealing Neko's magical HTMLness for the opening post. When it gets more content it's going to look pretty big and I thought it would look nifty being separated from the rest of my post... that and I've already used about a gazillion graphics anyway so one more can't hurt =p. My third post will be up tonight soon enough. Now all we have it Kata to come along and someone to slap Chase across the face and shout "we're real, dickface!" then we can go for a little wander around and come up with all these weird solutions and reasons for the downfall of the human race. I have something interesting for next chapter >=). (Everyone thinking of joining/editing characters please note the final deadline is the start of the second chapter).[/size]

[size=1]Lol, you didn't know? Everyone over here new half way through the last season that he was leaving. Sucks to watch a British show in America =p. Also, you get no more seasons. He's only doing specials - that's about three more episodes. Two incredibly short ones and a Christmas special. Or vice versa.[/size]

[size=1][center][B]P!nk[/b] [img]http://www.realhomepage.de/members/Robocop_/P!nk_(34).jpg[/img] [b]John 5[/b] (I am aware he is a man. I am also aware he is a very attractive and pretty man, even though he's not down my alley) [img]http://th01.deviantart.com/fs18/300W/f/2007/213/7/1/John_5_for_Black_Victory_by_BrazenPhotography.jpg[/img] [B]Katherine Moennig[/b] (Shane from the L Word. Ooooh) [img]http://pigduck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/shane-thelword.jpg[/img] [b]I forget[/b] (She's from the L Word, too) [img]http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w157/kristenfischer/the%20l%20word/alice.jpg[/img][/center] When I find the pictures that do then justice we'll have Monkey from the Adicts and some others. Right now, only 1989 videos of Monkey do him justice. What a pretty boy. I'd turn for him, damn right. XD He's also in my banner, but in his older years. Yep, he wore Joker make-up before Heath Ledger made it alright.[/size]