Raiha

[color=royalblue]You came to school today, Right hand cut open in several places, Lip bleeding on the inside, Eyes tired. You fought in the city, But mostly for my safety, And I know that you care, Otherwise why? You were there this morning, Woke up to see my eyes, Staring down into you, And smiling. It was all good, You walked with me, Limping on your left knee, For me? For me?[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Instead of showing wide eyed fear, Zharra looked calm and watchful. Her eyes were calm and peaceful, despite the turmoil going around the room. Consternation now and then. Alice crawled into her lap and sat down. The female crossed her legs accodingly, forming a nest for the cat-girl to rest in. She stroked her ears with the tips of her fingers, the most sensitive part of her body. Then she raised her head, hair falling over her eyes.[/i] Zharra: How is it that she is paused in eternal childhood? Danielle: ...it is an after effect.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]In my defense, this is the way I am IRL, but....of course, I lose my prejudices against all people who wear any sort of makeup in time. Give her a week....she'll calm down. [Yes it does! Either that or my school just has alot of pink wearing preps. ....out of the 5000 student population.][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]As he finished up, I watched him meander around the space. Nice really. I could get used to him. He had morals, he wasn't drooling over me, he had nice hair, he actually had good taste. ....sure the music was a tad on the monotonous side, but hey, you can't have everything in life. Speaking of life.... I was getting hungry. I stood, and he turned to face me...amazing that he heard over the power of the Pioneers.[/i] "Thirsty?" "Yeah, kinda. Driving takes alot out of you." [i]instead of saying anything else, yet again, I stretched over and then mentally prepared myself. He tilted his head to one side.[/i] "Meditation? Yoga? Mantra?" "I am preparing myself for the preppiness. It's a curse you know. And it's infiltrated this place." "Aren't you...over-reacting?" [i]Around this time Tori and Tony were in the hall, the sound of coettish laughter filling the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sweater and a skirt. Mitch didn't miss it either. He raised one eyebrow and I gave him an equal look.[/i] "Questions?" "May Fates protect you from the Fearsome and Mighty hand of the god of Fashion and the goddess of Prep." [i]He mockingly made the sign of the cross over my head. I bowed low and leaped into the hallway, turned a cartwheel down the hall, followed by a roundoff, and landed at the banister. Then, a typical D'Ann move, slid down feet first. I landed at the foot, skidding in halfsoles until I was at the kitchen door. The male I heard called Justin, standing near the door shouted in a perfect umpire voice.[/i] "SAFE!" "SCORE!! CA-CHING!! BA-BUM!" [i]While I performed a minor victory dance, I poured out two of my most favorite delicacies, perfected here with the aid of two blenders and strawberries. Then I charged back upstairs, balancing both in my palms.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Before she set the book down, the sound of Alice In Chains filtered through the room. Instant bliss. But not very good for the exact book she was reading. Instead of being pissed off at the inconvenience, she laid back, setting the book aside on the desktop. He shuffled a few things into his dresser, noting the way she had arranged all of her clothes in alternating piles of red, black, white, and gray. Neatness. He liked it. And then, as he blushed and shut what was obviously a lingere drawer, she stood up and began rearanging the bookshelf.[/i] "I hope you don't mind anal renentive people." "Why do you say that?" [i]He looked more than just a little amused.[/i] "Because I'm a neat freak. Perhaps in the extreme. But sometimes I let the closet go." [i]He cautiously smiled and opened the sliding mirror. Perfect. Shoes in order. .....hiking boots? ...flip flops, Vans, where were the heels? He turned back, about to open his mouth and comment on the lack of girlish girly things.[/i] "....they're in a box in the filing cabnet. I have nothing to do with formalwear if I can help it. Shoes included. Incase you didn't notice by the entire collection of large jeans and shirts...." "I get it." [i]Mitch grinned and hung up his jacket and sweatshirt. She smiled back and continued categorizing the books by title and size. So far so good. Tolkien, just before Tolstoy, and so on and so forth. An odd mixture of classics and such. He liked it.[/i] "May I borrow them some time?" "Knock yourself dead, just tell me."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She leaned against the walls of her room, trying to find some sort of odd solace. Sure it meant a chance of over-exposure to the threat of prephood...but she was willing to take the risk and avoid any other such annoyances. Like now. Tori was passing through the hall, hair tied back, face undergoing a transformation from non makeup to makeup....and she could hear still more females banging their way up the stairs. Mustering the tact to supress a silent scream.....she contented herself by smacking her face repeatedly with the large bodypillow she had remembered to bring along. As for her quiet Honda Accord....from 1989 no less.....it was starting to look better and better. Especially if people snored. D'Ann picked up her own favorite copy of [u]Chinese Brush Painting[/u] and commenced the assimilation. For the fiftieth time. She could not get enough of the graceful paintings, the way the strokes melted into one another with perfect ease, never daring to do anything but harmonize....then footsteps. She looked up, prepared to bite back some sort of comment on girlish hell. The book was open in her lap, as she sat criss-cross applesauce.[/i] "I'm not quite sure if this is the right room...." a man roughly the same age as her was standing in the doorway, a duffelbag slung over her shoulder, a bemused expression on his face. [i]"Wow. He's a male. He has blonde hair. He is not a prep. ALL MINE!"[/i] "Welcome to the lair of the English loving, fish caretaking, futon reposing female. You get the left corner and back wall." [i]"Oh yes, that was smooth. Real smooth. The equivalent of hoping he never finds a live turtle in his soup."[/i] "Sounds good." [i]Without another word, she returned to my reading, quite unworried about his luggage. Obviously, he could handle it. Besides, what else were males good for? But to lift heavy objects perhaps.[/i][/COLOR]

[size=1][color=royalblue]What was the goddamned point? I could've kept my peace about this, And everything would've been nice and quiet, But I can't let it stress my home life into shreds. You see, my parents actually care. They want to know how their daughter is doing. If she's happy, if she's sad, if she's still a virgin like the want. But I am not happy, I am sad, and I am not a virgin anymore. It's what they were afraid of. I gave them my rebellion and anger, And you my selfish desire. Perverted for lust and passion and a way to fill the void. But it's still empty. Your words of reassurance last night, They mean nothing today. And the way you want verbal space. It's a euphemism for me to stay the **** away from you. So that's what you want? That's what you get. I'm sorry you feel this way but you're not the only one suffering here. Why do you have to be this way? When I'm wounded it's easier. So much easier to manipulate me, And tell me what I want to hear. My eyes are wounded now. My heart is bleeding over my hands in the form of tears. And all over you instead of myself. But what is the use? What is the goddamned use? You treat me to silence and depression. I refuse to take a bite. And let these tears of mine become diamonds in my soul. Diamonds that are sharp and wounding. That tear away my tenderness. What I had before we made mistakes. I can't keep it all inside. I'll slit my life and poison it with bitterness. And that will be my life. A statistic. Misery of a scorned human. I can be myself, But you can't ask me to keep it inside. It just doesn't work that way. Selah.[/color][/size]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]D'Ann blinked a few times then settled back in her little world, quite unaware of the insanity going on around her. Visibly anyways. Thanks to the factor of the echo, she was hearing preppyness spread like a disease over the entire domicile. She shuddered inwardly, but kept up the cool unresponsive front. Instead, she moved her legs out of the way, and slid the automan to one side, forcing her body to shift in another direction. Her back didn'dt like it, and she didn't either, but it was the one place to spare her body from being near ay extra prep exposure. Maybe she was going over things too quickly.....but really. A shower? Being excited over a lover that showed up? What more is there to do but be yourself? There's nothing wrong with....bad hair? Then again, that might be a little excessive. She didn't have much to speak of, and liked it that way! Quiet and calm, and indifferent once more. Pleasant thoughts. Find a happy place. Pleasant thoughts. Find a happy place. Just keep repeating it, it'll happen.[/i] "DING-DONG!" [i]"What is the goddamned meaning of my goddamned existance?" Instead of speaking this new revelation outloud, she charged to the large oaken door and yanked it open, lips set in place.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]She was sitting in the foyer, reading a book, back propped up in a huge, overstuffed chair, legs resting on the automan. The car wasn't due for another fifteen minutes, and she chose that time to soak up the wonders of JRR Toliken. Her room was in order. Futon on the right hand corner, just beneath the window, out of line of sight from the door, against her dresser. Her desk was in the other corner, low, oriental, covered in clean deskplanners, and the sitting place for her computer and fishtank. Delightful really. The way the aquarium blended into the rest of her items. The bloodfins were very active, and the Plecostomus, showing the usual signs of happiness, was sucking away at the algae wafer she had thrown in earlier. Her sewing was folded neatly in one corner, and her watch was stowed away in the desk drawer. Neatness to the extreme perhaps. But that was the price she paid for living with her mother. No worries there. But of course, there was always the challenge of dealing with a slobbish and boorish roomate. She silently prayed that noen would come in her direction. Perhaps there was hope afterall. She turned the page and delved deeper into the Elvish language.[/i] "Lothlorien, Symbelle, Luthwane." [i]She spoke the words outloud, knowing full well that doing so in the company of others was taboo....personal taboo anyways. The car pulled into the driveway five minutes ahead of schedule. D'Ann pulled her feet in and stood up, stretching luxuriously. Backwards, then forwards again.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She turned in a perfect spiral, landing on the stage in the complete splits. Then the music stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. Then the movement of the glass chimes, and she was able to move again. She rose up slowly, sleeves fluttering with the music and the breeze from the open doors. Then she whipped her body around in a complete additude turn, right arm held up smoothly over her head, left curving around the back of her body. The two women moved expertly, then split into different movements. While her partner settled for a series of blinding Chaines and Pique turns, she flipped over backwards and contented herself to do a whole aray of gymnastics moves. Her garments were moving so swiftly, if they were tugged by her hands or feet, she was moving too quickly to notice. And that saved her perhaps.... From falling over her face during the spread eagle.[/i] "I have returned to that part of the country, That I knew as a child." [i]Their movements synchronized once more, and they moved without thinking anymore. Simply padabere, chaine, illusion, turn, jump, stag leap, pause.[/i] "Now the season of waiting is over. Now the season of fasting is done. Now the season of prayer is finished. My journey has begun." [i]The singer, formed her words with such clarity, bringing a sophistication unheard of, to this place.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena was waking up from her daynap, and stretched accordingly. First she rose to her paws, then slid back on her hindquarters, stretching her shoulders and stomach. Then she pulled forward and arched her back completely, sinking until her smooth furred belly was touching the ground. Then she arched it the opposite direction, body curving to form a half circle between the ground and the ceiling. A half ecstatic look crossed her face as blood circulation moved completely around her deadened limbs. Then she rose to her feet and curved around several times, stretching out her smooth, slender sides. Before she could relax once more, she willed herself to go into a series of blurring cartwheels, tail flaring out for balance. She landed perfectly and excercised her better energies, bounding down the hall towards the children's rooms. Ferret and Bear aere waiting for her as usual, and she greeted them with the usual enthusiasim. She knocked them both into the wall with bone crushing hugs, laughing and purring at the same time. The two reciprocated the warming hug, then inquired as to the day's schedule. She shrugged and waved them off to their classes. With smooth motions, she padded down the hall, moving like a lynx. Ben. She wanted to find Ben. It had been awhile, she knew that if anyone deserved to spend time with her, it was him. Ego aside, she wanted to check up on his well being. "Come out Ben. I need to see you." "You won't find him, not here." Her rage flared into a white heat, and she whirled around, facing down the black cat that was purring into her mind.[/i] "I will find him! You will stand down and aside in my presence." "While you flit around like a common tramp?" [i]She flung herself at the black feline, then pulled short just before she swipped his life away. It was an illusion. A really good one.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The brief falling sensation was overtaken by a smooth rushing feel as her wings cleaved the sky, and their flight smoothed out. He had already been blessed once today, and now, to experience the dream of flight, was something beyond him. Sure enough, the dark shadows returned, and she marked them with an odd sort of simplicity. He turned his head and was thinking about panicking, before she flung him to the earth, aided by a power from within. Something awakened between the time they had met and the time of the present. Ratu yelped, then discovered that his movement wasn't taking him uncontrollably towards the ground. Matter of fact, he stopped about ten feet short. And it certainly wasn't the angel. Kellnine's eyes were huge and dark. Apparently, she regenerated at an unbelieveable speed. The demon swooped in, wielding a curved spearblade turned into a shortarm. She was his match, no question, but she didn't look all together. Ratu was quickly proved wrong. Wings flashing in brilliant hues, she whipped her body around and went in for the kill. He swung his weapon and she let it slice harmlessly through her ample skirt. Her arm swung out, bloodsword humming loud and long. Instead of being weak and delicate, she was proving to be an apt swordswoman, and not just able to impale and close portals.... He swung hard, and she ducked, wings bending at an impossible angle, but doing it nonethe less. With a swift shriek and a dull squishing sound, she ran him through, the bloodsword spinning outwards. The blade cleaved him in half, his sword clanging against her armor harmlessly. She laughed like a child and let the puffs of sulfer fill the air. Ratu was in a slight state of shock, one at his newfound gift of flight, two at her amazing skill with the blade, and third at the shadow that descended once more.[/i] Kellnine: Help me Ratu![/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Well........considering the last time I did play lasertag, I jumped the guy sneaking up on me and pounded him into a wall. But that's probably because I had alot of pent up rage. I'm better now. *snort* But seriously, paintball's a bit more of a thrill, for one thing, the guys are cuter underneath the masks, and they pretend to not be hurt when they really are. But I look around here, and I'm starting to think I'm the only female in attendance. Maybe I should go ask Loren to show up and share the paintball wealth with you.[/color]

[center][color=royalblue]Visualize my aquarium with me. One gray spotted Plecostemus named Suckie. One mini red crab named Pina Colada. Two Blood-finned schooling tetra. Two Black and white Convict tetra. One rock. 5 pounds of purple gravel. One large white scallop shell. One fake plant. One cowrie from my best friend. All living in a 5 gallon hexagonal tank. It is my small paradise. This place I call my aquarium. [/color][/center]

[color=royalblue]Can I sleep in your hair Tori? I promise to leave it smelling of Dove Conditioner and Moonflower body scents. Because, if I have to share a room with a slob, I'll drown myself in my fishtank.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Name: D'Ann Grace Age:19 Hometown: Pasadena, CA Any Pets?: Four tetras, two betas, one crab, and one plecostemus, all encased in a nifty space saving hexagonal 5 gallon tank. Attached or Single?: Single ***Roommate [To be decided after all signups are final]: --- Brief Life History: Met Jenna after several hours of wandering around at a dance competition, as both of them were wearing a particular dance shoe, and it was uphill from there. She's a California freak/native, and loves the weather almost as much as she loves the hot guys and girls that frequent it. Pasadena would be the hometown she calls from, but she's more into Northern California, as she spent most of her childhood in San Fransisco. Personality Traits: She loves cool weather, rain drumming on the roof, and the smell of wet asphalt. As for food, she loves black ceylon tea, jasmine cakes, rice, chopsticks, and stir-fried dishes. She's made crazy by slobs, good "crazy" by hot hot boys with streaked and wild hair, or just white wifebeaters. Biggest Pet Peeve? Probably just messy roommates and loud loud music while she's trying to sleep. Is also claustrophobic, just for the record. Appearance: voila, D'Ann at her, um, finest.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]They stopped just before what looked to be like a huge steele. She raised her hackles, wings feathering out slightly. He gave her a look, slightly akin to terror. Ratu pittied the demon that crossed her path. He pointed up and she picked him up, in her strong arms. Arms that were smooth and firm, but not soft in the least. With swift strokes, she cleaved the sky and went to the very top. They stopped on the the balconey, and she took warry steps forwards, until they came to the portal...obviously not active at the moment, but all that was about to change. It glowed red in the presence of the angel, and she screamed in response. He truend and looked at her, only to see her fully glorify before his shocked eyes.[/i] "Power of the Great I AM come to me now!" [i]Her eyes snapped from a clear honey gold into a sharp deadly silver, her sword flew into her palm. Her wings feathered out once more, growing huge, spreading to fill the space, pressing Ratu into the wall gently. Instead of dimming, her body glowed white and silver, flashing with the colors of the rainbow. And with the bloodsword, she impaled the portal. It glared black, then red, then black again. A dull moan filled the air, like a man slowly dying, and then silence. The portal vanished in a puff of red smoke and yellow sulfer. And it was still. Very still. Her chest was heaving with the effort, and her teeth were bared. Far from representing the Mild, Meek, Still soft voice, she was wild eyed, sweating, halfway insane. The Conquerer.[/i] "Lie in ruin...."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Kryas's eyes opened, and her twin brother, Lhere, was swift to notice. The Dorobo witch and warlock were ready to depart. Both had changed into utterly ordinary attire, and had concealed long hair in head wraps. For all the world, they looked like religious relics clad in the clothes of their cult. And, sadly, they were. The old couple, siblings as well as lovers, took their repose while riding to parts unknown. Their goal, the Altered in question. Namely: K'Renakayoshi. And the objective? Neutralize her and bring her to the safehouse. The other two were survivors. Nothing more was necessary. And the shadow of the dog's head in the corner grew ever taller. Kyras bared her teeth and cursed the dogheaded beast of death under her breath. Lhere stroked her hand gently and send calming colors into her mind. "Pax Kryas." "They must not keep her nearby. The death adder is a walking time bomb." "Perhaps she's more of a black mamba than anything else." "All the more reason to separate them." "You would break the mother-daughter connection?" "It's the only way." "Yes....it will be difficult. But it must be done. Without delay." The car sped on smoothly.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Basically what Marc said........ Except for the hurting part. I played it once, and once only. It was decent enough, but laser tag is the same concept with less pain involved [*moan*] and I'm better at that, simply because I wedge myself in a corner and shoot people all day long. Getting back to the pain part, I got pegged in the back twice, from a souped up Dark Angel. Never played paintball again. The fact that the balls were frozen, might of had something to do with it.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Name: Zharra Kellnine Dominae Side arm: Teflon coated Carbon Black survival knife, Glock 9mm. Trained in: Assasination and Computer programing/hacking Age: 19 Bio: The cousin of legendary agents Ananda and Jaudiar, Zharra has been trained by the best. Specifically, Ananda. Jaudiar was killed by a sniper during a mission in Congo, but died doing what she loved best; carving out someone's internal organs alphabetically. Zharra is both cool, calm, collected, and above all, delightful. Her additude leaves nothing to be desired, except a romp in the bedroom, and as she's more or less legal in most countries, she's a whole lot of fun. She likes to flirt, but generally is more suited to deep conversations, or tissue massages. Her build is well suited to her activities, slinking around in shadows, slitting people's throats, but she has the most fun while taking apart someone's harddrive and putting it back together again. Either that or a good spar with a fellow agent. She's loyal, willing to serve, and an excellent friend. The type you count on to watch your back, ***, and other important items.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Sayuri raised her head at the sound of a crow shrieking. She sheathed her blade and took her origami in her leather wrapped palm. Outside, it was growing darker, and she could see one male standing nearby. Instantly, she let her oritsu fly. His hand shot out and he caught it between his fingers. Definetly not an undead, and probably not a Reaper. She crouched lower, hand on the hilt of her bloodsword.[/i] "Who are you?" "I think the question is, who are you?" [i]He raised one eybrow at her impertinence, but then again, from what he could see, she wasn't one of the fallen. He stood down and held the oragami gingerly between his fingers.[/i] "Are you with them?" "Of course not. The people of the Chi-Rha never associate with lowlifes like that." "Chi-Rha. ...you're a Sidhe?" [i]She smiled at him, a change that was like the moon rising over a wastedland.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Zharra: It would be an honor to have her accompany us on this journey. Danielle: And why's that? Zharra: It's not every day one of her kind shows up. [i]As the two stared at eachother, it seemed to Danielle that Zharra was more sidhe than anything else. Then she swiftly reverted back to her normal features, and her eyes swirled from silver to dark brown gold again.[/i] Danielle: So be it. [i]The sidhe girl smiled the same smile Damien had seen moments ago.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The angel folded her wings and bent down at the waist, bringing her face very close to his. He had colored slightly and dropped the blade and guns by his side. She smiled and put both her hands on his cheeks. He looked up, fearing to gaze into the pearls that were her eyes. Too late. She kept the connection between them for a very long time. He closed his eyes once more, simply basking in the holy warmth from her body. Her eyes were half shut, long thick lashes curling around her delicate looking face. The comb in her hair glistened against her dew soaked tresses, contrasting with the sharp metallic armor she was clad in. Ratu was very quiet, simply waiting for her to speak once more. But instead, she kissed him gently on the lips. His eyes opened partway, then closed again. She tasted like sunflowers, grass, and rain. Kellnine was searching him, through their physical connection. Searching him for flaws. And if she found any, they were weighed out by his grace. Of which there was a good deal. He desired to do the right thing, to save humans from death at the ands of the evils. And that was more than enough to justify her saving his life. And perhaps even joining her for a short while. Before she processed the last thought, she registered him kissing her back. The angelic side of her put up no resistance, and the sidhe side was fairly feverish with desire. Instead, she drew away slowly, straightening her back, and taking her hands from his face. She took his hands in hers and drew him up to his feet, pressing his sword back into his hand.[/i] "Keep this close." "....who are you?" [i]Her smile was sweet, and he found that he was actually looking down at her. Despite her angelic light, she was shorter than him. And her dress was long, elegant, covered with metal plating, both feminine and masculine. But definetly more feminine. And her voice, was healing to him.[/i] "Kellnine of Christ, Chi-Rho. You spoke at the right time."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Kellnine of Christ, Chi-Rho was waiting high above the physical earth and its troubles. Instead of laying her head at her Maker's feet, she was out in the stratasphere, waiting for another angel to join her. One that was not merely an angel, but a Seraphic creature, covered in eyes, with six wings, and the face of a lion. She wrapped herself up in her wings, dress no longer visible through the thick sweeing feathers and membranes. Finally, she approached, tall, enshrouded in a trail of dust and mist from the skies above, and smiling to boot. Her eyes, thousands of them, opened and closed without ceasing. Kellnine bowed low and turned to unfurl her wings and close them underneath her feet.[/i] "Hail Tai Alujah." "Hail Kellnine Chi-Rho, daughter of Gabriel." "Why did you call me out to be here tonight?" "The evils are at large, as you know. And I want you to track the one we know as Mephisto.....as you're the most suited for the job, should any..." "Complications?" "Arise. Yes. Will you do this?" "How could I refuse?" [i]She smiled sweetly at the Guardian of the Throne and opened her wings with a distinctive snap of sinew and tendon. Tai Alujah laughed cooly at the girl's willingness to serve, regardless of the dangers. Seeing as how her age was no longer relevant...and she had passed many tests....but still. Why He had put her up to this, she would never know. Too late. She had already dissapeared.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Shrai'i finished the final touches on her costume, painted silk, in a perfect pattern, to accent the sheerness of the rest of her clothing. Her partner was smiling in that suckworthy self absorbed way she so detested. But instead of letting it get to her, she let Genesis hold her around the waist and breathe into her ear. If there was one way to cool herself down, it was knowing that she was loved more than her partner. Besides that, she knew she wasn't one to take it up the tush every night. She was actually worth something, and for that, Genesis let himself get close to her. Shrai'i looked satiated for the time being, and wrapped her scarf around her wrist again. Her partner looked miffed, and contented herself to admire the recently delivered flowers.[/i] "Make sure to make it good tonight Shrai'i." "I always do...." "Especially so tonight?" "I'll do my best...but I make no promises." "What if I make one?" "And it will be?" "Dinner on me, tomorrow on our night off." "And where will we go?" "Somewhere special. Somewhere we haven't been to in years." "Fine then." [i]She smiled up into his dark green eyes and headed for the closed curtain wall. Her partner was nearby, balancing on her halfshod feet. Genesis watched them depart, and checked the pit once more. Good.[/i][/COLOR]