Raiha

[IMG]http://www.rpmgo.com/images/maserati_quattroporte_sport.jpg[/IMG] [FONT="Times New Roman"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]The Maserati Quattroporte Sport. Preferably in a pearly off white cream color though. It's sexy, sporty, and it's emblem is the trident, which is way cooler than like...everyone else's emblems.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]*twirls one finger in the air* Zen, getcher ass over here and all that. If he doesn't show up like a big fat coward I get to judge right?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Black Forest roast beef, provolone or extra sharp cheddar [best thing the English ever invented], thin layer of butter or margarine depending on what's available, and crusty french bread or farmer's loaf. I'm not terribly picky there. I pick roast beef because pastrami doesn't keep very long in my fridge and beef tends to last better in general. No condiments, it's amazing how much healthier your food can get. I sometimes add fresh lettuce if there is any but I prefer to eat a salad to get my greens. Also it has to be deli sliced. Those odious things that come out of packages can go choke a nerd.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If you ever get desperately bored, go look at the breakdown of your tuition. You may notice that there are little charges for little things in there that you've never heard of or never used. Look out for long acronyms that can't be easily figured out. My own state college is charging me fees and little taxes for things I have never used. In fact the only charge on my tuition I approve of is for Health Care as it's the only thing I can actually use myself. Paying for my 'student' government, which has been as useless as a paper bag boat is such a waste of money. So no, I don't think I need more little tiny costs in my life.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][LEFT][FONT="Times New Roman"]Can I offer to judge this fight or do I have to find some poor rube to choke to death with a whip?[/FONT][/LEFT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Ace'][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]I'd agree for the most part, though further study on her mom leads me to believe that Darwin's been slacking off for a couple of generations.[/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Alas, I am a Republican and can not support retroactive abortions. But people like this make me consider it on a slightly more serious level. I'm surprised though that they even bothered finding the 'real' father. It's not like he'll ever pay child support. Odds are they'll drop the baby on the head and nobody will notice. Ala Britney Spears. "I had no idea why it was sleeping so much."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]What if the ship is...MADE OUT OF CRYSTAL!? Yeah. I'm brilliant I know... [size=1] ...oh god I wanna die....[/size][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]So I've seen the photos. They were either released late last night or early this morning, because they're all over the place now. And the best I can manage is a heartfelt giggle. Seriously. As far as photographs go these are the tamest, lamest, most boring things ever. The best response most people have so far is: "Oh, so that's what waterboarding looks like." These pictures reveal nothing we didn't already know, in fact it just confirms that yes, at some point some guy with a beard was in fact wearing pink boxer shorts. OH GOD IT'S SO TORTUROUS![/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]How about not relying on small circular collections of pixels like a thirteen year old and actually using your words to refute everything in my post you found inflammatory, incorrect, or depressing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I only cyberbully Allamorph. The others are just getting smacked with the haddock I've named "Refreshing Honesty." To be honest, harassing any minor seems like a bad call. Sure, teenagers are vicious little punks that say the most horrific things to each other to justify their own minimal sense of self worth. Or, if they're jocks, enormous sense of self worth for no reason at all. So if there was such a law, I wonder if it's going to be targeted towards minors, who should have parents intelligent enough to have shielding software anyway. Either way my mom and I control the young children's computer with an iron grip. There's a password, and only we know it. They get half an hour to go to ONE website. If we catch them on another website they burn in hell. This is where it's beneficial to have a sibling that not only can check erased histories, but also one that will hold you down while you get your behind tenderized. This law wouldn't be necessary if, and this is a big if, people taught their kids to be rude only to people's faces. Duh.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]In another brilliant and glorious move, Nancy Pelosi, speaker of the house and head of every major committee on the Hill decided it was high time that someone got in front of this waterboarding thing and make an enormous jackass of themselves. As such, Pelosi dragged her botoxed and collagen injected face in front of a microphone and camera and called the CIA a bunch of lying bastards. If you want to see her face and her words be my guest. Just photoshop a paper bag on her face, then you won't have to think about the fact that she hasn't blinked in 25 years. [URL="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20090514/D9865AJO0.html"]Pelosi: "You're so misleading! Everyone is picking on me!"[/URL] And if that weren't enough, yet another story about her. [URL="http://voices.washingtonpost.com/thefix/house/pelosi-fuels-torture-fire.html"]The Washington Post's Analysis[/URL] You know you've hit rock bottom when Karl Rove is calling you an 'accomplice to torture.' Isn't that wonderful?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Man: "How do you like your eggs in the morning?" Girl: "Unfertilized."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[INDENT][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Personally Obama is in trouble either way, and I am now going to take a few brief moments to enjoy the Messiah in distress. 'Scuse me. [i]....aaaaaaaahhhhh.....[/i] Right, now that's over with. I personally feel that there is nothing to be gained if he releases or retains the photographs. I find it doubtful that they're going to be any sort of 'new' and 'inventive' form of torture. Likely it'll be what we've all seen before. Some 'poor' guy getting water poured up his nose. Personally I could care less if there was torture and the release of said photos would probably only result in me personally critiquing the torturer's form. The world of course will respond with INDIGNATION and other such moralizing tripe but that's only to detract from the simple fact that ALL COUNTRIES TORTURE. Whether they're smart enough to keep such information under wraps or not, Russia, the UK, Middle Eastern countries, and Asia. China and Russia both gleefully torture their prisoners, and not with waterboarding which is what I personally call 'recreational activity'. England has a long and glorious tradition of fun and unique torture methods. Egypt, Saudia Arabia, all those countries happily whip out the pliers when a certain prisoner is not being forthcoming. I mean should we really care? I personally don't. I don't think it drags us down as a nation and our world image has yet to be improved by Obama, so a little more blackening will hardly kill us.[/FONT][/COLOR][/INDENT]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Marian had wondered, perhaps for a little longer than she usually did, if Robert was going to visit her again after he'd shown up at her dressing room two weeks ago. He'd listened to her explanation of why she allowed the corporations to use her face and her body, and he'd promised to visit her again. Did she disgust him? Did he look down on her for the lifestyle that she'd found herself propelled into? She sighed at her reflection and allowed Frederick to finish pinning back her carefully braided hair. With one hand she swept her used makeup towels into the trash bin and then applied the much lighter makeup she preferred to wear when she wasn't working.[/i] "Earl Gray please Frederick. There's a gala tonight for the corporate bigwigs. I've been asked to make an appearance and promote another designer's new line." "Oooh, flashy. Is that why there's a new garment bag in your closet that you haven't even showed little old me yet?" "It's under contract. You'll it when you're sewing me into it." "Oh pooh. Fine." [i]Frederick stomped off with only slightly hurt feelings, but Marian knew that it was just his way and let him enjoy his huff. She went to her closet and pushed aside the enormous garment bag she knew contained a black and gray dress that was worth roughly more than the annual income of at least ten families. Slipping into a simple white dimity with flutter sleeves and adding a matched pair of cork wedges, she returned to her chair and sat, reading one of the magazines that didn't have her face on it. Frederick normally kept her supplied with the other kind too, but Marian wasn't quite so vain as to need innumerable images of herself to bolster her self esteem. A knock at her door gave her a start, knocking her out of an extremely interesting article about the new role of the Euro and its impact on the British pound. Rising in a rustle of linen and cotton she opened the door, expecting Frederick with a substantial enough tea to last her until well after the party. Instead it was Robert again, looking more like himself in jeans and a pullover with a deep hood. She quickly stepped aside to let him in and shut the door behind her only a little faster than she would've if she'd been receiving a normal guest. As soon as the door was shut she turned and threw her arms around Robert's neck, enjoying the way he held her, inhaling the masculine scent of his conditioner and aftershave.[/i] "You're back. I thought you weren't going to come." "I told you I would. Didn't you believe me?" [i]Marian flushed red, which Robert noticed immediately. He gave her a reassuring squeeze, then gently pushed forward a chair for her. Sitting across from her, he looked down at the magazine she was reading.[/i] "Economic articles? What are you looking at those for? You know it's all as depressing as the weather. And about as accurate as the weatherman's predictions." "Well sure. But I have to stay informed. Anything that the magazines say is what the corporate head honchos want to hear when I'm at their little fete this evening." "About that. I heard you were going. Can you gather information for us?" "I already do. But why do you want me to-" [i]Frederick breezed back in with the sterling silver tea service and set the tray down on her miniature black coffee table. He was just getting ready to pour the tea when he finally noticed Robert sitting across from Marian with a slightly amused expression on his face. Frederick's hot pink slacks and open white blouse tended to get a reaction out of those of the slightly more masculine school of thought.[/i] "Marian.. ...that IS the guy who was here awhile back with the rented tux and the borrowed Prada shoes right?" "They were last season. And yes. And not another word out of you. Go answer the phones with Ellie or something." [i]Her aid shot Robert another look that was half appraisal half bewilderment, and took his employer's order. Unflustered for a change, Marian poured Robert a steaming cup of the darkest Earl Gray he'd ever seen and dropped in half a teaspoon of sugar and a dash of cream. Stirring it clockwise, she tapped the spoon against the side of the cup and then held it out to him. He took it and let his fingers brush against hers as he did. She gave him a small smile and prepared her own tea in the same way. Two sips later her nerves had calmed even further and she was feeling as relaxed as a dishrag. Robert had drained his cup, eaten about six of the shortcake biscuits Frederick had brought and had two slices of pound cake. Sometimes Marian wondered if Frederick was purposely trying to make her gain weight. While he finished two more slices of marmalade toast, and eyed the Welsh Rarebit Marian stood and walked over to her vanity. Opening the bottom drawer with a small key she pulled out a stack of files as large as a phonebook and brought them back to the coffee table. Thumping them down with a rattle that made the tea service jump on its tray, Marian smiled at Robert blithely.[/i] "There. That's all the information I have so far on the major heads of Nottingham Corporation. The black files are confidential and the red ones are public knowledge if you have a press badge, a lot of money, or great knockers." "Don't you have all three?" "Hence the white folders. Instead of just dossiers, those are the future projections and projects. You wouldn't believe the fun I had at the copier machine." [i]Robert opened the first one and blinked.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I looked it up, and the proper spelling is Marian. Or Lady Marian Fitzwalter of Leaford if you prefer.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[INDENT][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Name:[/b] Marian May [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL="http://api.ning.com/files/ZtZk1wbj6viQEJsVba5idAw3nL77MdN2J4y8LC4ii7o_/5326910.bin?width=400&height=600"]Marian[/URL] Brunette with tall and slender figure, a high fashion model, so her clothing tends to be somewhat extravagant. Extremely pale skin, french tipped fingernails and toenails, and dark brown eyes, nearly black. Personality: Marian is more or less a positive person, believing that her inner health should be strong and resilient in order to deal with the corrupt outer world. Perhaps she is even a little Buddhist, otherwise she would be incapable of being the one member of Hood's organization that can act openly in the outside world. On the catwalk she is sweet yet ethereal, some would say zen. [b]Affiliation:[/b] Hood [b]Writing Snippet:[/b] "Marian May of Leaford. Silver sheath style, imported from New York this past week..." [i]In glittering silver heels, Marian expertly made the turn at the last moment, paused, and looked over her shoulder with her eyebrows raised and her eyelashes relaxed. Her hair caught the breeze and seemed to flutter, like the hemline of her dress and she found that she was holding her breath. Robert wouldn't have come here. That couldn't be him in the corner in what was probably a rented tux. Could it? In her private room she sat at her vanity table, carefully pinning back her hair with the silver pins that she knew weren't actually silver. A knock at the door and Frederick, her assistant poked his head, calling her name at the same time in the long drawn out way she'd never really liked.[/i] "Maaaaaarion! There's this man who says he has to see you. He said it was urgent. I told him you weren't seeing anyone but he said it wa--" "That's fine Frederick. Let him in please." [i]Scowling just a little, Frederick withdrew and in walked Robert Locksley. Childhood sweetheart. Outlaw. Criminal. ...Really really really handsome. Marian felt her heart skip a beat and she stood to greet him, noting that she was only a few inches taller than him in her heels. In all the time he'd been away, she hadn't really forgotten him. In fact she'd missed him terribly and compared all the men she'd met thereafter to him.[/i] "Robert." "Marian." [i]She took two awkward steps across the thickly carpeted floor, and fell into his arms, her legs nearly giving out entirely. He brushed a hand through her hair, and rested it on the curve of her shoulder and neck.[/i] "You really came back. I thought you were gone for good." "What about you? I didn't think I would find you here. But I saw your picture, they're all over 12th street. What are you doing up there?" "It's my job. My uncle used his contact to get me placed here. I hear everything you know. I see everything. The corruption makes me sick, but I can't give it up. The money I earn goes back to my sisters. The things I know keep them from losing everything in the secret police raids." [i]Robert paused. Part of him wanted to wrench her out of this life, one of the less than the 1% of the population enjoying wealth and prosperity. But she didn't appear to be in love with her high life, wasn't being used by it so much as she was using it to help her family. He wondered how much more she would be willing to do for others as poor as her sisters.[/i] [b]Weapons:[/b] Negotiation, Diplomacy, and a .38 Lady's Smith and Wesson, specially imported through a black market contact. [b]Special Skills:[/b] With her background in professional modeling, Marian is extremely well balanced, poised, and capable of acting quickly while in 6 inch heels. Like Hood, she has rather good accuracy, although with her line of work, she generally doesn't have to aim too carefully. In hand to hand combat she has to rely on her reflexes, as her physical strength is less than adequate for dealing with anyone stronger than her.[/FONT][/COLOR][/INDENT]

[quote name='DeathKnight'][color=crimson]To my horror, I just sneezed. I have also felt congestion in my sinuses. My throat could be described as "slightly scratchy." All that is left now is for death to take me.[/color][/QUOTE] [COLOR="darkorchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Or a kleenex box. To deal with your allergies. Possibly some Benadryl.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well now there's chatter about a 'second wave' coming which has the air of people desperately trying to frighten the public. [i][b]Again.[/b][/i] On the other hand Obama's own people have said that a crisis is a terrible thing to waste. So I guess a manufactured crisis would be just as good.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]But how cool would it be if you could say I SURVIVED THE SWINE FLU! I mean honestly that's like bragging rights for life.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Wait...so every time you were GOING to be disrespectful your parents could sense this magically and stopped you with the power of? Kryptonite? The moon? Psychic powers? Fire? Bricks? Sharp words and a 'time out' only work so far. A spanking for a child is not child abuse according to state laws in the United States. Getting smacked across the mouth for being cheeky is intentional harm to a child and qualifies as child abuse. But a spanking given for [b]open defiance[/b] is on a different order altogether. I've seen children raised who were not spanked who turned out fine. I've seen others that should have been spanked who weren't who have since then grown up into world's most immature idiotic gormless selfish jerks. And then there's me, who was spanked while growing up excessively, but has still managed somehow to be a relatively productive member of society. Spare me your moralizing because I highly doubt you're a parent and have ever been the ONLY one to have to mete out punishment to a child. I've been in a single parent position before and know how stressful it is. Yelling at a child is as much of a harm as a smack across the rear. You'll forget the spanking in time and it won't hurt, but a verbal punishment can do lasting damage or be forgotten seconds later. A spanking isn't the first thing a parent normally jumps to when it's time for punishment. It's the last thing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I have young siblings that are taught good manners and for the most part they manage. I've taught little girls how to dance. Some of them were extremely polite and bowed to me in lovely Chinese or Indian fashion. These are the kids I want running the world some day. Others were little ******* that I wanted to shoot. These were the kids who, like in the story Matilda, had parents who thought they were ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. These were the kids who had their parents chew me out if I repeatedly had to ask them to pay bloody attention to me during our CLASS time. So parents: don't have an over exaggerated opinion of your children's intelligence. They are probably average. It is unlikely that they are little gems of brilliance. The more you hype them up, the more likely it is that they'll grow up to be shinning jewels of colossal ignorance. The best way to deal with a rude child is to ignore [b]it[/b] until [b]it[/b] goes away. This takes the patience of a Buddha, but you can do it. That's also the best way to deal with parents who do not reprimand such a child. You look away because staring is what they expect you to do. That way you don't have to be offended further by the sight of the little snots and the gormless morons raising them. Most children don't tend to bother me because they like me. Little snots are afraid to come near me because I will hiss at them openly. This either creates more drama that I then gleefully ignore or sends them running in another direction screaming. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'm Chinese fool. We were drinking tea when you people were still swinging from trees.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]One case reported in the dorms at my school but then again, I fail to see the fear I should be feeling. This might be because there were about 50 reported cases of syphillis at my campus and about 10 of mono. I'm more likely to get mono from sharing a drink than I am of getting the swine flu from someone coughing on me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][RIGHT][FONT="Times New Roman"][LIST] [*]One black leather pocketbook [*]Keyrings [*]Cell Phone [*]Nintendo DS [*]Hand lotion [*]iPod [*]Water Bottle [/LIST] My purse is a Sanrio Black and pink Kuromi handbag with dual snaps and apparently is also waterproof.[/FONT][/RIGHT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]When operating at optimum frequency, my wallet, which is actually a pocketbook contains the following. [LIST] [*]Visa Credit Card [*]Angels Credit Card [*]Visa Check Card [*]Student ID [*]California Driver's License [*]BevMo Card [*]40 dollars cash [*]Check Book [*]Pen [*]about 2 dollars in change [*]Condom [/LIST][/FONT][/COLOR]