Vicky

[size=1][I]A glass bottle shattered against the wall, jagged shards scattering across the apartment floor. They glittered like gems, but were the colour of poison. Dani spun on his heel, pacing, back and forth, back and forth. The buckles on his high leather boots glint in the overhead lights. His arms gesture wildly, and he shouted at her, [B]?I hate you! I 'ate you! You should just disappear! Crawl in a 'ole an' die! Plunge a knife into your gut! Fall off a cliff! Go swimmin' in a pool of ravenous sharks! Just die!?[/B] He clawed at his hair; his long nails snag in his tight, dark locks. His fangs bared, sensuous lips pulled back in a snarl. [B]?I hate you! Die!?[/B][/I] Dani had realised he was motionless. Dani hadn't realised anything at all. He replayed the scene in his head, though not the one he was presently in mind you, and remembered why he really didn't like to have any 'complications' with another Zodiac. He felt his mind go blank for a moment, and when everything came back to him - though vague and scattered - he did nothing else but reach for the vase he had by the side of his bed. Before he knew it Dani had slammed the vase across Eiyaga's head, all too familiar when the shards scattered across the room and one implanted itself into her temple. Dani removed his bloodied hand and pushed her off him as hard as he could. He was fully aware she could recover easily lay amidst the glass on the floor, and Dani was fully aware he was not in the mood for this [i]any[/i] more. He pulled on his trousers and quickly as he could, standing on the other side of the bed. Eiyaga squirmed on the floor with her hand held against her head, and Dani narrowed his eyes at her. Fuck people for bringing silly things up. His eyes darkened considerably, the pupils expending and the iris turning black. Any light in the room seemed dimmer now, shadowed, concealing. Dani had sprung forward when Eiyaga stood up and recovered quickly, running into her shoulders and pushing her against the window. She was startled, for a moment, and possibly mistook Dani's attack. He raised his hand to the side of her face and implanted a fingertip on her injured temple, forcing her eyes to look into his. She stopped struggling at that moment, going limp and only held up by Dani's shadowed figure, his mind now in hers, searching, destroying if he must. Dani's own head was in a mess of confusion and images and shattered glass. He projected that into her - the feeling of nothing, really - and much more. While in the first days of his powers this would leave an enemy on the floor struggling to make sense of the new images, feelings and disturbed brainwaves, Dani's experience made her choke on her own breath, perhaps because she couldn't breathe properly at this moment. When Dani removed his hand, unsure of what he had actually done, the room around him was blackened with shadows. He released her near the window, where she fell limply against it, unclothed. Without another thought, Dani knocked her out down five stories with his ice cold fingers, and an ice cold gaze. He hadn't looked at her falling to the ground in an almost coma-state. He hadn't bothered to check on her at all. He hadn't bothered to tidy up his apartment. He hadn't bother to collect anything he took with him on a normal occasion. He hadn't bother to relax himself, with still black eyes and pale skin in a darkened room. He simply dressed himself, trench coat and all, and walked along the corridor outside. Wherever he walked, in his state of confusion and anger at the moment, the shadows seemed to follow closely behind his slumped figure. He disappeared throughout the city, not planning on going home in awhile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sort of a collection of poems in a few odd styles that makes little sense at all. Pretty much every sentence is some kind of metaphor. Anyway, the Sin Chronicles is about an odd character called Sin who's plagued by a unique sense of time - in fact, he's so in tune with the flow of time that it drives him mad. There's a lot more to that, but I'll leave it out. I could post exactly what's going on (each part is a different part of his life, or an experience), but I'll only do that if someone asks instead of ruining it. I'm not to keen on making each part follow completely or have some kind of... well... flow to it. Nah, not really keen on that at all. I mean, you all change through your lives, and so do mad people. These are only the parts up to Part III. I'm not done with it yet, so I thought I'd post the first three.[/size] [CENTER][B]Introduction[/b] Sin wasn't a very nice boy; He was rapture and madness. There was a desperate howl inside his head Of ticking clocks and blotted crimson red When he walked through a desert in the ancient (always with a look on his face obscene and vacant) He met a lost girl and killed her. Time kept Sin's darkest memories living day-long and his greatest moments of ecstasty fade away. A child had wandered from her little land And Sin drew a picture to her with his hand He told her stories and magic secrets so profound Then dually ripped a part the light; buried her in the ground. [b]Part I - Tick Tock[/B] Time moves sporadically back and forth repeating beat that leaves you sightless senseless deaf and dead or dying. There's this constant ticking in your mind rhythm pulsing like blood, dancing on ice a little echo of what we leave behind Sin knows if he lives with this tireless suicide then he can't complain nor doubt his words Sin will just sit there, beating through the ride. So for the first years of Sin's concious life he spent them with open ticking in his head that would drive him to destruction, or off of heaven's edge. They planted the seeds of genius in his head there is a barely visible point of no return seemingly cursed after that girl lay dead. He causes obstacles that are scourges of this place sharp claws shimmering brighter proud of the crimson mystery on his face - his face. Sin is plagued by tireless suicide ticking in his head to keep track of time and every little mistaken death. [B]Part II - Copyrighted[/B] Sin thinks they used Jesus Like a Second Sid Vicous except the money wasn't really involved this time. Sin thinks that watching a man take into account the literal meaning of words and the authority above the truth makes every human an organised version of his evil soul. Sin thinks, through the ticking in his head lives should be copyrighted and should not be used to control nations. Sin thinks there is a vision in this idea but people should pursue ideals rather than names. Sin watched the world rotate - he saw no evidence Sin thinks it's a lie, and how could they name the deeds after him? No, Sin thinks it's a lie - therefore Sin is a lie. organised evil does not think - therefore He does not exist. [B]Part III - Lonely Boy[/B] Having lived in misery and dwelled in history lofty life of loneliness (and eternity) dyed his future in fresh blood. Sin met a girl in a black-and-white setting, once in a black-and-white city, on the edge of forever in golden hair, golden eyes and expensive leather when she sat beside him, he apologised and went to move but she stood up, laughing and ranting about being so rude she kept him with her, asked him his name he said 'Sin,' without an inch of shame his eloguence to her audience gave him a smile although, being the deadly Sin, it took him awhile she laughed at his stories like they were fairy tales ran fingers down his neck like silk on the scales And then that night A lonely boy drew a picture in the ground And a secret of magic, so profound. Until she lay freezing on the cobblestones Desire gushing out cold dead dying blood falling down on a limitless night.[/CENTER]

[SIZE=1]This was funny until everyone decided to help him... ¬_¬ =D [spoiler]Sorry Mr. Morph XD[/spoiler][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Doesn't count for me because there aren't any 'seniors' in England haha. Errm... but yeah. Definitely yeah. I have five GCSEs already; I can quit now and go to college. Either way, I hate high school. The majority there annoy me, the lack of freedom, the importance my school places on 'uniform' above the fact that someone hit me in the back of a head with a brick... yada yada. I see it as you spend two years learning crap, then two weeks revising for an exam and in another two weeks you forget all you revised. You spend two years in GCSEs at high school learning for an exam - there's nothing I'm going to remember for later life. Added to that, it isn't interesting. I go home and learn my own sciences rather than the science my school teaches because it's something that appeals to me and my personality as an individual. What I learn at home will stick with me for life, and that's more important than an exam. Also, they teach you 'the basics', which you need to forget if you take the subject in college. Someone's under the impression that you have to be an 'adult' to learn harder topics - how come I can learn A Level Sociology and understand it, then? The ciriculum over here was written by men in suits, in offices, who can't even remember their school lives. They have [i]no[/i] idea. I think when we got back off holiday this year I stopped caring for definite. I don't revise for exams anymore; if I do not know the answer it's likely I'll never remember the answer two years later if I revise so it has no propose for me in later life. I'm trying to work on stuff to help me in my life, and as far as my career and life choices go, a piece of people with a number on it will not help me. Exams don't determine intelligence. I'll pass if I'm good enough, not stressing over exams.[/SIZE]

[quote name='Goodbye, Face'][font=arial][size=1] This Will Destroy You - "The World is Our _____" [/font][/size][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Agreed. Whole-heartedly and a high-five for the mention. My friend linked me to This Will Destroy You on MySpace and, actually, every piece they have on there is emotionally moving somehow. Them lot are probably one of the best instrumental bands out there, in my opinion anyway. Their tracks are beautiful.[/SIZE]

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]Do yourself a favor and [I]never so much as think those words again[/I] unless they are actually true. I swear, I see more perfectly fine-looking girls say they look fat....[/FONT][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Oi, why don't [i]you[/i] post a picture, Mr Morph? =p (Unless you already have... then... faaaail me). And Korey, haha, I love your face XD Pumpkin looks nice too and has a friend with another fun face in the prom picture, hehe. Thought I'd contribute a new years pic... [IMG]http://a82.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/90/l_c79d14605668c4a1e48d45aa4d055c29.jpg[/IMG] Because out of the many others, it's the only one you can't see the bruise on my face. I do have a second one where you can see the whole mohawk, but I look like a peacock in the mating season so we'll leave it aloooone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I want mine to say something funny, but everyone stole the funny epitaphs (Like "I told you I was sick!"). So I might just stick with my modified-in-life-catch phrase: "Here lies Goat. Yes, that's what I said. Goat." [B]EDIT:[/B] Actually, no, I don't often lay anywhere. "Here [i]stands[/i] Goat. Yes, that's what I said. Goat."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Depeche Mode[/B] have some songs that provoke some sort of emotion in me, mostly [B]Enjoy the Silence[/b] and [B]Blasphemous Rumours[/B]. The Acoustic remix for Blasphemous Rumours makes me real sad and the lyrics, though simple like every other song they seem to do, make me smile ironically even though I'm sad. [B]Marilyn Manson's Ka-Boom Ka-Boom[/b] is one of the song that makes me damn hyper and excited and all 'screamy', for lack of a better word. It gives me a nice goth feeling. There's also [b]mOBSCENE[/B] and [B]Posthuman[/B] that give the same feeling. His remix of [B]Sweet Dreams[/b] makes me angry on an opposite note, haha. In fact, most of Manson's songs invoke some sort of strong emotion. I don't know what emotion it is but the [B]Sex Pistol's[/B] version of [B]My Way[/b] makes some sort of mix between excitement and... maybe reminiscence, irony and humour. Dunno, that's a weird one. [B]Pretty Vacant[/b] makes me all jumpy. On that note of a bit of punk, [B]Crass[/b] and their song [B]Bloody Revolutions[/B] makes me angry. Not that it's bad (because, you know, Crass is bad anyway), just it does. Same with [B]the Exploited's Chaos is my Life[/B]. That silly song [B]Somewhere Over the Rainbow[/B] makes me well depressed, though.[/SIZE]

[SIZe=1]*Raises hand* I'll join. Buuut... for the avatars, what picture do you want? A cartoon/anime image? The image you posted didn't show up for me ^_^;;[/size]

[size=1]Well, at least he didn?t have to rack his mind with it now. He had thought about yelling at her for it, walking into his house he meant, though Dani suddenly remembered the entrances he made ? most notably sleeping outside a former Zodiacs door and collapsing into their hallway with a big British ??ello!?. He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples, diverting his eyes away (not that Dani was shy, he just wasn?t too keen on staring at the naked form of a woman who [i]clearly[/i] had powers as well as him). [B]?Just wait ?ere, alrigh???[/B] Dani said, waving a hand. He did wait for a response, and didn?t get one, so he stalked off down into the front room with another grumble and complaint. He rummaged through a pile of ? luckily washed ? clothing and pulled out a towel. He inspected it first in fear of his own blood being present on the cloth and when seeing it wasn?t he took himself back into the bathroom, holding over the woman. [B]?Ah, wait,?[/b] he pulled it away as she was about to take it, almost mockingly. [B]?Yer name. Ya need either ya name or a big British ?ello before burstin? into someone?s house like that. Don?t?cha know the rules??[/b] he explained with a smirk. [B]?Eiyaga.?[/B] She said, strained. [B]?And [i]you[/i]??[/b] [B]?Dani Andy. Well, no, actually. Daniel Anderson. Friends call me Dani.?[/B] Eiyaga, while wiping water and blood off her face, somehow gave a sarcastic smile. [B]?Friends??[/B] Dani chuckled. [B]?I suppose my long dead friends.?[/B] It may have been sarcastically put and jokingly said though the truth behind his statement was even a little scary for Dani. He figured he couldn?t exactly leave Eiyaga here in his house, nor could he be mean to her ? not that he cared practically, he was really more concerned for his own safety and information purposes. It was clear who she was now. Dani had a hunch she was one of the silly pseudo-god humans he dubbed the Zodiacs? and that, he supposed, was more of a bad thing than a good thing. [B]?So what you do, then??[/b] he wasn?t referring to her job, not at all, and she probably knew it. Eiyaga sat herself down with her back against the bath, with the towel loosely draped over her and her body still bruised and cut with patches of wet now. Dani sat beside her, lighting a cigarette. [B]?You first.?[/B] Dani rolled his eyes. [B]?I?ma sure you get my meanin?.?[/B] He pointed to the tap, Eiyaga?s gaze following his finger. Beneath the sunglasses his eyes darkened, and the handle of the tap swallowed itself in a brief shadow, before switching itself on. [B]?Dark telekinesis. Can move a few objects ?ere and there, break things, though am mostly all in the head. You know, illusions and stuff. Mental collapse. Horrible thoughts and feelings.?[/B] Eiyaga smirked. [B]?Delightful.?[/B] Dani turned away from her and to the other side of the bathroom, nicely stained with bloodied handprints. He frowned and wondered if she had any idea what she would get herself in for. Of course, he hadn?t seen her the first time around, so she couldn?t know. She couldn?t know at all. He played on the thought of asking her what she knew about the stars and the Zodiac, thought he left it alone when she spoke up. [B]?I?m sure you can use your imagination, [i]Dani[/i].?[/B] She narrowed her eye at him, whipping the cigarette out of his hands. Dani swore, taking out another one. [B]?Got my own lighter this time.?[/B] He told her. She didn?t reply, concentrating too much on much on smoking. Dani sighed ? fuck small talk, he guessed. This was all too familiar for Dani, that and he could feel a tiny comedown from the speed in the back of his head and throat. The last time he met a Zodiac his life turned upside down and ultimately, he became this ? the only good thing about him now was that he could master his powers better than before. He turned to Eiyaga slightly, mentally beating himself for who she reminded him of. He wasn?t going there. [B]?I?ve got some clothes in there, wanna borrow some? Goin? out in a bit, an? you ain?t stayin? ?ere.?[/B] He grinned taking a sinster drag on his cigarette.[/SIZe]

[quote name='Revelation'][size=1][color=#8B008B] Allamorph, you crack me up.[/size][/color][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]That's because he's on crack!!!11!!1 *cough* No worries to you guys who can't post yet (or who lost it... pisses me off when that happens to), just as long as we can keep the thread at a post or two every few days to keep it alive 'tis alreet. Just trying to push everyone to get their characters introduced so we can start [strike]killing them[/strike] meeting up and doing cool things. =D[/size]

[size=1]Dani knew something interesting when he saw it, and enough years had passed to dictate that if it was ‘interesting’ it was probably fucked up and had something to do with stars and silly pseudo-god human beings. He took the cigarette, after being told he was a beggar and he couldn’t be a chooser, but he couldn’t shake the curiosity and sense of familiarity of this one person. And he didn’t have a light yet, so he might as well stick around. He peered cautiously at the man lay limp to the side of them, not actually sure what to think of that. He hoped, to the love of fucking god, those damn pseudo-gods didn’t appear again; he didn’t want another Charles on his hands. [B]“Would it be ‘right if a beggar asks fer a light? That to much for you, love?”[/B] he asked with more than a hint of sarcasm. He was either expecting her to comment him back with something sinister or give him a light, but she did neither. She took a long drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke into Dani’s face. Dani blew the smoke away with a sigh. [B]“Suit yerself.”[/B] He shrugged and leaned forward in the smoke, taking a hold of her wrist so she didn’t move the cigarette away and he could light it himself. He still wasn’t sure what that feeling of familiarity was, only that it seemed to be stronger now he was close to her face. He stopped, for a moment, and searched his mind for any quick answer. The cigarette lit itself off hers and he pulled back, a little, though still only inches from her face. She blew another cloud of smoke at Dani, who blinked until it dispersed and he could see her eye. [B]“Fuck!”[/B] He had pulled himself back quickly and quite too fast, dropping his cigarette on the floor as he did. [B]“Aah… fuck.”[/B] Dani shook his head and rubbed his temple while Eiyaga, still in a much calmer state than Dani, reached down for his cigarette and picked it up. She took a drag on his, despite having her own, and offered it back to him. [B]“You should be more careful.”[/B] She said, smirking slightly. [B]“I should.”[/B] He agreed, narrowing his eyes slightly. [B]“So long as ya don’t pull any of that shit on me.”[/B] He jerked his head to the man lay to the side of them, but she only smirked and laughed slightly. [B]“Oh, I wouldn’t worry…”[/B] He titled his head suspiciously and reached out for the cigarette, her hand brushing against his rings slightly as he did so. He snatched the cigarette back as the touch, fully aware of why it was familiar now and definitely [i]not[/i] staying around. [B]“Fuckit.”[/B] He let go of the cigarette and stepped on it before he was out of the alleyway without another word or thought from Eiyaga or himself. Dani was a fast walker when the situation called for a fast escape. He weaved through streets and roads he didn’t normally go near on the way home to stop anyone following him and, when reaching his own apartment, he closed the door and leaned against it, his eyes eating up the ceiling in thought. The sense of familiarity was all due to her eye. Dani had no problem convincing himself now that, whoever they were (he really should get their names), they definitely had the silly little Zodiac story to their name. He banged his head against the door in a grunt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]*grumbles* Post you fools ¬_¬ And before you kill me on AIM again Raiha I'm posting directly after Ozy does =)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]For once I'm going to agree with DB... or at least, the first part of his post. Your life is your own and you have the right to lay down your own morals (for [i]yourself[/i]). If you don't harm anyone then what you do you do to yourself; why should you abide by someone elses morals? It's your life, not theirs. Prostitution, therefore, isn't something I'm going to be insanely upset about. I think if people want to do it then by all means, they can since it's their choice and that's probably the most important thing to have. I would never get involved in anything like that, to be honest, but I haven't got anything against it. Sometimes it's a good idea, too. I'll never forget a friend of my mother's who got out of debt by prostitution and went on about how much she loved it... ...yeah. XD[/SIZE]

[center][img] http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/9155/giftsandcursescopydt5.png[/img] Aries [Inward Scream] Taurus [Sakura] Gemini [Andrew] Cancer [4815162342] Leo [Ozymandius Jones] Virgo [Malkav] Libra [Ikillion] Scorpius [Allamorph] Sagittarius [Felix] Capricornus [Vicky] Aquarius [Doukeshi] Pisces [Raiha] Ophiuchus [Revelation] Oculus Dexter Oculus Sinister [font=Tahoma]CONTENTS Chapter One – Missing Pages Chapter Two - The Hunter[/font] CHAPTER ONE Missing Pages[/center] [size=1]Often when it rained so bleakly and so much, men could almost be fooled into believing it was night, when really it was midday. When it rain so much in the trenches of mud, blood and bullets, men didn’t care whether it was night or day, because they never really knew. The land was deserted now, leaving only ammunition and the dead that couldn’t be saved, savaged by barbed wire and bullet holes. The rain, bleak and misty, shrouded the field in mystery and fog. It washed blood out of the dead and mixed it with the ground, making an almost rosy colour – a dead man’s rose. There probably wasn’t much that could stand out in that sort of scene for the moment, except, maybe, for the odd looking character who seemed like the colour in a black and white (and red) film. He was a tall, quiet man, stood out because of the colours on his clothing under the greenish trench coat and the goggles on his head that would normally conceal a set of deep blue eyes. He stood there, looking around, barely taking notice of the blood and carnage at all. His chest heaved as he sighed and he began to walk, weaving through the dead. He had actually been here before, though not at this particular place… or as the person he was. He had actually been in World War II, on the side of Germany, which was quite fortunate for him as he couldn’t stand other countries who hide their blood-thirst behind ‘morals’ and maybe even the idea of God. No, he couldn’t stand that at all. Having walked for some time he stopped and knelt down at the body of one cold dead soldier, drenched in mud, rain and his own blood, which so far had concealed his face. The out of place man didn’t need to know his face. He reached down for the dog tags, smearing away a bit of mud to reveal the name. There was a sparkle in the out-of-place mans eyes; he ragged the dog tags off and let the dead man flop to the ground again. [B]“Bring me back,”[/B] he spoke into his wrist, against a blue device that’s colour and design definitely did [i]not[/i] fit in with any world war setting. With a smile, he lifted the dog tags up to the rain and focused on them, pleased with himself as per usual. In a matter of seconds his image began to fade away into the dusk, like nothing at all – no sci-fi effects, no transporter sounds, just fading into the scene until he wasn’t there anymore. [CENTER][B]PRESENT DAY[/b][/center] It felt so good to be outside and back to a semi-normal way of living. Dani, being Dani, didn’t take too long to adjust at all. He was still the same person, if not older and probably more twisted in his own little ways. He wasn’t going to believe anything the doctors said about him; they were probably wrong anyway. It had only been a month since he had been released now and he Dave seemingly took off and left after one of Dani’s harsh insults. Dani didn’t care, he didn’t need a caretaker. Normally, when going out, Dani would put on eyeliner and other kinds of make-up to make himself seem more like a goth than he already was (which was quite sad for a grown adult). Nowadays, though, he didn’t need to at all. Instead of showing off his eyes he kept sunglasses on for the time being, until he met someone he truly liked. Grand Central was a place he hadn’t been in a long time. It was almost in the middle of the town centre but only seemed to attract the weirdest, oddest and addicted crowds. You wouldn’t think things could be [i]illegal[/i] if you spent a night in here. Dani remembered when he turned eighteen and he would be in Grand Central every single night, which then led to many things in his life… mostly around drugs and a week-long run on speed he did often. He sat at the back of the place with a glass of something-or-other in his hand, watching intently at the people who walked past and waiting for someone to make eye contact. There was a pretty number at the bar that had glanced back at Dani a few times, purple dreads and tattoos, a nice lip piercing and clearly tough enough to handle platform boots all night long. Every time she looked back Dani would pretend to ignore her, though when she smiled at him, he smiled back (or rather, smirked, not actually being a happy person himself). She was too far away for Dani to use his powers, which he was definitely going to do tonight, but he was going to wait until the drinks she had caused her to visit the lady’s room… which, conveniently, Dani was sat a few tables away from. The first time she walked past she was bathed in a blanket of red light, clashing with the purple clothing and the dazzling, back fake, purple eyes. He smiled at her, and she only flashed a smile back. Dani sat back in his chair at this point and waited. Woman [i]did[/i] take forever in the bathroom, though Dani wasn’t obliged to wonder why. When she did walk back again, Dani reached out, not grabbing her arm, but brushing his against hers. [B]“You should sit down,”[/b] he suggested. This, being Dani, was far more than a suggestion. Beneath the sunglasses his eyes turned a dark shade of black and grey, and the girl simply collapsed in the chair beside Dani, waving her friend off with some kind of odd statement. [B]“Sure.”[/b] She said, half laughing. [B]“D’you ‘ave a name?”[/B] Dani asked, still smirking. [B]“Hmm, I don’t know,”[/B] she said with another smile, twirling a dread in her fingers, [B]“do [i]you[/i]?”[/B] [B]“Don’t be expectin’ any odd religious name or code name, like Horus or somet’,”[/b] he scoffed, [B]“I ‘ave a surprisingly normal name.”[/B] [B]“Horus?”[/B] [B]“Yes, the Sun God of Egypt. And among other things.”[/B] He swirled the water in his glass around. [B]“That’s amazing.”[/B] She said. [B]“But I’ve never heard of him… it’s interesting, though.”[/B] No, it wasn’t, it wasn’t amazing at all, though she seemed to think so. Dani was going to play on that, he supposed. It was great fun when you had the advantage of telekinesis on your side, a dark mind to go with it. Dani leaned forward. [B]“I know everythin’ ‘bout God and Gods. An’ it’s all the fuckin’ same, anyway. But I got this whole book an’ some stuff I know myself written about that Horus fella. Some amazin’ stuff. Some amazin’ women in his stories, too. You wanna see?”[/B] he breathed. Beneath the sunglasses the same void expression in his eyes returned, though no one else could see it or know. [B]“Sure, I’d love to.”[/B] Dani smirked at the glee and misplaced security in her voice. He stood up, offering his arm out. [B]“C’mon,”[/b] he said. When she stood up she was still smaller than Dani even with the platforms on, and Dani was a short arse himself. Well, it didn’t matter at all. Dani’s new apartment was only a quick walk away from some of the clubs in the city, which was just more to his advantage. When he opened the door to his apartment it was small, though no untidy and not unlike his old house with boxes filled with everything he owned everywhere and, as usual, his clothes piled up neatly on some chair or table. Already, after a month, Dani had splashed ink and ‘red paint’ over the walls, giving the white-washed place a slightly gruesome effect. The purple girl seemed to like it. [B]“Stay there,”[/b] he mumbled, shifting a box off the leather couch. She did so, with a smile. [B]“I’ll show ya. You can’t not know who Horus is.”[/B] Dani did feel quite bad… for about a second. People normally used charm and good looks to drag people home, but Dani? He didn’t need any of that. Fifty years sure did help him define his skills enough and manipulation might as well been his first name. The only people he had trouble with were those who thought beyond the reaches of human beings, or at least he powers like him… but those fucking Zodiac… no, he hadn’t seen them in years. If he recalled, Juliet was the last he would have seen. And no, he didn’t really want to think about that part of his life anymore. He shuffled through a pile of books and notes, digging out one from the bottom that provided details of the oldest Egyptian mythology and a set of his own notes. He felt like a geek for doing this, but really, anything he did wouldn’t hinder him tonight. He could convince her a pack of noodles was a masterpiece of art. [B]“Got it,”[/b] he said, taking a place beside her. He was about to open the book, but she stopped him with her hand, causing Dani to divert his eyes to her. She was holding a bag in his face, filled with a white-pasty substance. He titled his head, smiling. [B]“Care to share?”[/B] [B]“Fuckin’ whizz heads…”[/B] he laughing, shaking his head, though not denying anything. It was a good job it wasn’t a powder, because Dani had probably burnt everything in his nose by now. He must have had at least half of what she had, and there being only a little left she gave it to Dani ([i]without[/i] Dani using any mind tricks to convince her). He thanked her with a lop-sided smirk, and asked her if she still wanted to know about the basis of most religions. She said she was still interested. [B]“Horus was the Sun God, and he had the exact same life as Jesus. The ‘risin’’ after three days is based on the movements of the Sun in Egyptian, which rises an’ falls like a ‘crucifix’. Not so fuckin’ God-like there, is it?”[/B] he chuckled, opening the book. [B]“Look ‘ere, Horus the -”[/B] He paused. Not briefly, for a long time. Had the girl known his name, she would have prompted him. Dani simply stared at the pages of the book, his eyes not believing what they saw. Horus the Sun God… his name had turned to Marduk, a Sumerian God. His picture had turned to Marduk, an image that clearly wasn’t Egyptian at all. Dani turned over the page, reading the same name and no mention of Horus. He looked into the contents of the book, and still, he saw no mention of Horus. [B]“Fuck me,”[/B] He said. The girl had said something to that, probably some cheesy, quirky remark, though Dani couldn’t hear it in his own little world at the moment. He looked through his notes and saw that Horus’ name was definitely there… just not in a published book. [B]“Well, I don’t think it matters,”[/B] Dani was still staring at the book. Something had suddenly become very out of place in his life right now and he wanted to know what that was. The purple girl, meanwhile, had moved incredibly close to him, and she probably should have just sat on top of him. [B]“Wait a minute…”[/B] Dani murmured. [B]“For what?”[/B] she asked, close to is ear. [B]“Fuck off!”[/B] he barked. She jumped back. [B]“I was just -”[/B] [B]“Fuck off!”[/B] he barked again, burying his head in his hands. [B]“The fuckin’ door is there! Fuck off! Get out!”[/B] Whether she was startled or not didn’t matter. She picked herself up and ran out as fast as she could, like anyone would actually stay when Dani raised his voice at them. Whoever she was, she probably wasn’t going to see Dani again, ever, and Dani didn’t care. It wasn’t like he couldn’t find other people. He knocked the book off his lap and sat there. He felt quite a rush he expected from the speed the girl had brought around, but he wasn’t in the mood for moving at all. In the pit of his stomach the simple removal of one word had made him mortified and feeling like something incredibly big was missing from the world. He knew he shouldn’t care – that he didn’t want to – but he really couldn’t pull himself away from it. Shit. He really needed a cigarette.[/SIZE] [i]OOC: For your first posts I want you to simply introduce your characters and in this chapter we're going to try and meet, but if not, concentrate on this: missing things. Only the Zodiac will notice, like something has changed that has historical value, or there's something odd that they know is wrong but can't quite put their fingers on, like missing pages to history (you can also use metaphors - be creative!)[/I]

[SIZE=1]I started new years at the second party of the night around lots of domestics and funny stuff (some guy proclaimed "I'm the only one with it here!" and after a few drinks he was on the floor throwing up all night... luckily we vandalized his face). I only just got in, 5pm the next day! 24 hour party people! But yeah my new years resolution is never to go to a 24 hour party without money again. And, more realistically, try and quit smoking.[/SIZe]

[SIZE=1]Progress [i]is[/i] breaking the mold. The car was not normal at the time. Martin Luther King presented a new idea in 'the mold'. It's exactly the opposite - people have to come up with unique ideas for anything to progress. Me, personally, I'm not sure whether there is anything 'individual' or 'mainstream'. All I know is that people and people are the definition of 'mainstream' changes as much as the people themselves, which is a good thing. Fashion, music, style and intelligence shouldn't really matter at all. You can all dress the same and be called 'mainstream' or 'individual', but everyone's different inside so it doesn't really matter, does it? I think I may have repeated a few other people but quote buttons aren't my style =) EDIT: Oh wait, it's fine, you already posted before me Panache XD[/SIZE]

[size=1]So I guess the Arena's going to wish it kept its ratings now... XD Alreet, should be starting soon, but a few notes: the sign-ups are all fine, so we won't change anything now. I think Blayze is joining us as Oculus Dexter, and that's the note I need to make: We're changing the genders of the two Oculus'. So Oculus Dexter is now a man, and Sinister a woman - their positions don't change, only their gender since I think Blayze wants to play a man. On a second note, Ikillion's character is related to two characters in the game if you guys have been keeping up with the sign-ups (wait, I'm not sure if I should mention that XD ). As you know, powers are only inherited when the original carrier is dead. But in the last game (and this one), all the Zodiac have been living relatively close to each other; the powers work on random selection is a certain area, so it [i]is[/i] possible for someone related to another Zodiac to gain the power from random selection. At least, that's the excuse I'm using XD But who cares, we shouldn't worry about all this, I want people to feel nice and relaxed in the story and let it carry itself along. We might go down my path, maybe, not sure, depends how I feel =p[/SIZE]

[size=1]Three parties and my big brothers birthday. My birthday ten days after so I get some beer for new years. Have a party in the student village with some mad Uni student, then I'm going to another party at about 10/11pm, and walking to another party whenever I feel like it (which is probably the better party I'm staying over night at). I think I'm having a get together with some of my old friends on the 2nd, too, so I have my work cut out for me this new years. Makes up for Christmas which is a pile of old **** =)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]WE HATE LOVE WE LOVE HATE WE HATE LOVE WE LOVE HATE WE HATE LOVE WE LOVE HATE[/B] ...*cough*... You need hate and love, methinks. You can have feelings inbetween but to me love and hate are at the very end of the spectrum - so I've never loved someone, nor hated someone. It's almost the same thing; you'd do anything for someone you loved and anything to hurt the person who hate. I, personally, think that the two are strong words that are thrown around to easily. There's obviously things in between love and hate, I just think both are at the ends of the stick. I think if people say they hate someone but wouldn't hurt them, then it's not hate they feel, rather something inbetween. Hate really is about not caring what happens... I think I've had enough anger management problems to come close enough to hate to know that the consequences don't matter because you despise and detest someone so much that only the here and now matters, when you just really don't care what happens to you as long as they get [i]your[/i] version of justice and you can't think clearly at all so you just [i]do it[/i] - that's hate. And I guess that's love to; only the ones who you truly love matter. Equally, however, you can fall out of love and into hate, vice versa. I don't know, that's just how I see it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]And the list: Aries [Inward Scream] Taurus [Sakura] Gemini [Andrew] Cancer [4815... umm... XD] Leo [Ozymandius Jones] Virgo [Malkav] Libra [Ikillion] Scorpius [Allamorph] Sagittarius [Felix] Capricornus [Vicky] Aquarius [Doukeshi] Pisces [Raiha] Ophiuchus [Revelation] [I]However[/i], we have a problem with Andrew and Inward's sign-ups, that being the powers are so similar. I don't want to force anyone to change anything, but if either of you are willing to step up and change your powers, PM me. You don't have to change them completely, just make them different because variety is good. The game will begin as soon as we get it sorted. I'm loving the sign-ups and characters that were created - we still have a place left, for anyone interested in Oculus Dexter. Awesome job guys ^_^[/SIZE]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="77656"]Yeah, and let them starve in their homeland. Than again, it would just cause another immigration type thing like in the 1800's. Or some variation thereof. [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Yep, and so bring them over here so we can all starve together! You take away one great source of income (trading exploitation) and increase the population to provide more food - but you can't get any food, because no one's working in the LEDCs anymore! ¬_¬ Do you really think no one thought of that? Do you [i]really[/i] think no one considered it? But I'm going off topic, so bye.[/SIZE]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="77656"] Besides, why can't you just bring peoeple from poor country's into rich ones nad give them good jobs and education? Who cares if it seems like a long process? Giving them food or a couple of schools is just small compared to what you charity's could really do with some help from the government or any other charity[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Great! Over populate the country [i]even more[/i] and create [i]even more[/i] hate crime! Besides, no government is going to do that; it costs them money and puts a huge dent in their money making schemes (I'm sure you know about Government Aid, trading, tied aid and whatnot). On the subject of charity, I don't listen to those TV ones that you call into, but I do buy from charity shops despite where the money goes. Mostly because it's cheap and I detest fashion prices (it's 50 quid for a pair of jeans with rips in them - I've made better jeans for a fiver with a knife). Oxfam's my favourite - trench coat for thirty pound![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I don't think many of you will have heard of this, but if you put it in YouTube the BBC has loads of videos on there. It's mostly a British thing, though it's funny anyway XD. You can't get the full episodes on YouTube but Mock of the Week is a comedy show, a brilliant way to pass the time with some awesome comedians on it. I'll post some links as well, and I was wondering how many people liked it or if anyone found it interesting. Personally, I think it's hilarious XD "Unlikely things to hear in the bible: A man who lies with another man should be stoned... it helps." Here's some stuff off YouTube, most of them contain adult humour, so don't say I didn't warn you =) oh, and they normally have two things on each clip so the funnier ones might be second: [b][URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9pijfVauJI&feature=related]Unlikely Lines from Harry Potter[/URL] [URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHynEnz-X_4&feature=related]Running for US President[/URL] [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3meZOO2YPM&feature=related]Weird things to see on a Road Sign[/URL] [URL=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNz9GfzoYZQ&feature=related]Ill Advised things to say in a Court[/URL][/b] Like? I certainly do XD EDIT: Bollocks. There's no 'of' in the title ¬_¬ trust me...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It's not the situation for me - it's the mood I'm in. Like today I was quite happy (despite my utter detest for Christmas) after visitng the village in Manchester, and I ended up giving all my spare money to this one homeless guy and talking to him for awhile. He didn't actually ask for any money and just said I looked cool, so I said "thanks" and gave him some money which he was grateful for. Now he's probably going to spend it on booze, but you see what I mean. If I'm in a bad mood, it's incredibly unlikely I'll help with anything at all. But if I'm in a nice mood, I might even be social...[/size]