Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue]I was just wondering.......what the heck this has to do with poetry and fan fics. I feel another Charles moment coming on. Besides the fact that your signature is too long by at least 35 lines.[/cOLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Of course he's sorry. He wants to say and make life miserable for those of us who follow the rules. *grimace* It's useless coming back. Especially when he can just look at your IP address and get rid of you again. And agin. And again.[/cOLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled and leaned back in her bed. Hopefully, there would be no more interruptions. It had been a long time since her last full night's sleep. Soon, she was in another world, dreaming quietly......full of the calmness that came with natural rest, unfettered by everyday thought.[/i] Trance: .....ech.... Aerow: Good morning. Trance: How long have I been out? Aerow: A day and a half. Trance: Damn. I'm up. [i]She rolled out of bed and looked at her To-Do list. She whimpered and grabbed the rest of the bio gel packs. Hell.[/i] Aerow: Hook mine up next. Trance: Do I have to? Aerow: Yes. Trance: Ugh. Go get me food and I'll see what I can do for you.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Good manners cost nothing Pegasis. I will thank you to be polite to him. And if you even think of harassing me like you've done that to him, I will mos likely ask Charles to kick your sorry behind over the bandwith and into hell.[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]Side note: Here's the dress. I changed my mind a bit. Thought this would be more suitable.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Good news! The pathologist report came in. The lump, which was btw, the size of a golf ball, is benign. It's a fibronoma tumor. And now gone. But today, the pain begain again. Using something that looked like a boob clamp [no joke here], the riipped out my staples [all 12] one by one. I dealt with it by putting my headphones on and cranking up U2 music until I couldn't hear the snapping and clinking noises. So now I have my staples here on my desk. Covered in blood and looking all evil and crap. Maybe I'll use them as earings or something. Now I just have to wait for my chest to get better and hope I still have something that looks like a tit when it's all done healing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She licked her claws and tried to not color furiously. He chuckled and patted her head. She raised her hackles and grolwed at him. He laughed again and she looked away, embarassed once more.[/i] Shalistrae: I'm considered the black sheep in my family. Vichante: Because you quickly fall for foreign men? Shalistrae: Sort of. I make bad choices regularly. Vichante: That makes two of us. Shalistrae: Interesting...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Vichante: I take it I'm your pet now. Shalistrae: Hardly. Most people don't develop crushes on their pets. Vichante: Does that mean what I think it is? Shalistrae: Yes. But I have enough brains to know that it's a foolish idea. [i]She blushed underneath her fur and immediatly began bathing her tail. He laughed and leaned back. Satisfied. Obviously, she was young, but not young enough to be the juvenille she was behaving as.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Hey, it's not my fault if I'm drop dead gorgeous, sexy, and much better looking than you now is it? Just kidding darling. My character doesn't slap guys, she either strangles them, or she puts her arms around them. So if I were you......I'd not worry. AND NOTE TO EVERYONE: Even though I'm guilty too, we should really keep the chatter down and focus on the topic. Sorry to be a stickler for the rules, but as an ex-mod, I sorta never got out of the habbit.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]And here's her most common/sexy form. Yeah, she's not wearing much underneath that robe. Sidenote: She's covered in tattoos and scars all over her bare skin.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]When he woke this time, she was sitting down next to him, her hands wiping something warm and comforting onto his forehead. He relaxed and settled back for a change. She smiled slightly and propped his head up in her very strong arms. Then she brought over a shallow bowl and held it to his lips.[/i] Vichante: ....eh... Shalistrae: Swallow. Or I'll have Lifé do it for me. [i]He quickly complied, draining the bowl in two swallows. She smiled and set it down again. He stirred. Something in it had completely woken him up. She smiled and continued wiping him down with lavender scented cloths. He sat up, her arm supporting his back. Somehow, he felt stronger, but still as weak as water. Maybe it was the drink.[/i] Shalistrae: How do you feel?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Neuvox: I'm a dark Faun dear. We do not get bored. Ilmiwyth: Of course... [i]She smiled up at him, ears folded back in the manner of her kind. He grinned malevolently and she purred. Then she gathered her things, put on her chain link belt and walked out the door. He followed, closing it behind him. The two looked around, then side stepped, avoiding a group of street urchins.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: Are they all this unruly. Neuvox: Basically. They're very unformed. Ilmiwyrth: What about you? Your'e hardly taller than them. Neuvox: I'm 500 dear.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Shalistrae came up to his level, and put her hands around his face. He was freezing cold. Without a further thought, she wrapped him in her arms, pressing him into her thick fur and carried him to her room once more. Lifé looked up from her conversation with the men, and smiled. Vichante came around again, this time in perfect twilight. There were two candles, giving off the same scent as before. And Shalistrae was there, stroking his forehead like a protective mother.[/i] Vichante: Where am I? Shalistrae: In my room. You gave our healer quite a shock. Vichante: Did they do something to me? Shalistrae: ...just a potion to warm you up. You were on the verge of hypothermia. I couldn't warm you by myself.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Trance yawned, then shook her head and continued bolting down the side pannels. Then she gave it a swift kick, pushed the right button, and the whole thing came to life.[/i] Trance: There! They'll react to your thought now...not your control. Aorashi: ...did you do something to it? Trance: It's all what me and my dad had typed out. We'll just call yours the prototype. [i]She grinned at his horrified expression and jumped out of the mech's head. Then she grabbed her things and marched to the barracks.[/i] Trance: Be careful when you test it. I'd advise you not to push any of the weird buttons until you've got a clear head....it could self implode. Aorashi/Kazuma: WHAT?!?!? Trance: Just kidding.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Kinke. No problem. Keep in mind, she'll play with you, then laugh as you crash and burn. But she will give you a good time. Provided you have a wallet with money in it. Real money. Come on now, one has to make a living.[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]Well, I had to have a ultrasond/mamogram and such things done to me. I'm too young for this too. But I'm not going to complain, I'll deal with it and press on. It's the most I can do. You shouldn't worry much. Do as they tell you, and you'll live. Just look at me![/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She held up what looked like a big blue ice pack. Both moved slightly at her touch and she could feel it's conciousness pulsing against her body. She pushed the thoughts down and stuffed both into his shirt. Then she grabbed her clipboard and sketched a quick design. Then she closed the stasis doors. She turned to him and smiled.[/i] Trance: Don't worry, I'll get them up and installed within a few days. Aorashi: DAYS?!?!? Trance: Yes dear. DAYS! I'm not going to stay up all hours unless you can give me an IV of straight up caffine. [i]He grinned at her and the two walked to the hanger. She opened the mech and started the long process of fusing the nerual net together.[/i] Trance: Oo...this is going to be fun. Aorashi: If you can do this, I will love you forever. Trance: You can buy me dinner for a month and we'll call it even.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Mmm....I hope this is mature audience here. Cause my character is.....*cough* A whore. *cough* Name: Trance Megelani Age: 19 Bio: To remember her brother best, she races her motorcycle. He was killed in a gang fight, thereby giving her a personal grudge and a chip on her shoulder the size of North America. He taught her everything she knows, and gave her the means to use them well. The scars over her left eye are from him, and the scars he possesed were given for the same reason. If you run into her, she will take your wallet and any personal pride you had in yourself before. She races to have fun, not to make her mark. But she is a prostitute to support herself, as her brother was the only family she ever had. Sidenote: She carries a pair of poisoned slingblades, and is a dead eye with both. Left and Right hand. Personality: Calm, somewhat sophisticated, good at what she does [seduce men], sarcastic, cynical, and generally saturnine. Description: See attatchment. Other: She's a common whore with a blade. Cross her and lose your virginity. Gang/Team: Da southside Villains. Well, that was easy. And kinda scary, considering I am from L.A. Car: Acura, RSX Type-S with i-VTEC system, colored black/purple, black leather interior. Other: None of your freakin' buisness. Motorcycle Make: Harley Davidson. Paint Color: Black/Purple Other: Gang symbol on the side.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Wow. Such violence. Such agony. I feel lucky all of a sudden. But not really. Because I remember when they took out the IV they screwed it up. Thereby giving me a big fat ugly bruise on my hand. grrr....*plots revenge*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Aorashi: WAKE UP DOCTOR! [i]True to her nature, Dr. Trance fell completely out of her bunk and onto the floor. Hair sticking up, pants on backwards...A vein popped on her forehead and she gave him the evil eye.[/i] Trance: This had better be good. Aorashi: They're getting smarter. Trance: Oh. The mechs are getting smarter. That's a good reason to SCARE ME OUT OF MY MIND! [i]He winced and she got into her boots and pants bad temperedly. Then she snatched her head rag and pencil, glasses and clipboard, and batted him on the side of the head.[/i] Trance: You didn't thrash your mech. Please say you didn't thrash your mech. Aorashi: I didn't thash my mech. But we need a better strategy for fighting them. Trance: Try the Bio gel packs. I've been aching to get them out of stasis, but they keep telling me to wait.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Okay, the votes are in. The judges rule that I should be a mercenary and the mistress of the evil Ben person.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]I have good news. I think. The boob staples come out tomorrow! Well, that's either good or bad. It could hurt like a mofo. Or maybe they'll sedate me. God knows I'll need it. And a side note: I'm on the rather powerful narcotic Darvocet for the pain. And I get to keep the staples. Go me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]I'm on AIM all day dear. Been waiting for people to actually come online. Have fun with your MRI, I know I did with my Mamogram. *whimper*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Actually, I was thinking of a mercenary of some sort....or a dark angel. But whatever you say.... *kisses your hands* Name: Hallucin Trance Megelani Age: 500 Speciality: The ability to conjure up vivid and wild Hallucinations/Illusions. She aslo has a good grasp of regular and higher level spells. Hand to hand combat is average and her ability to fly soley relies on her wings. Bio: Uh....let Logan chose. Minion is so degrading you know....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Neuvox cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted after the departing man.[/i] Trance: Bring me a COFFEE and two ASPRIN!! Aerow: Aww I'm not that bad am I? Aorashi: No problem! Trance: THANKS! No you aren't Aerow dear...I'm afraid it's that time of month. Aerow: Huh.....oh. Right. Sure. [i]He edged away from her slowly and she smacked his rear with her wrench. Then she leapt onto the Mech's side, toolkit in hand. Pulling out her various weap-er- tools, she set to work removing the torched siding.[/i] Trance: You really need to work on your attack style. Aerow: What if I don't? Trance: I will put a potion in your drink that'll make you spend the rest of your life in the bathroom. [i]Ignoring his terrified reaction, she smiled and continued tearing off the burned out hull sections. They were tossed to one side and she continued working. And time went by... The coffee was drained, the asprin swallowed, and the mech in good working order. It was buffed, refueled, and looking very good. Dr. Trance sat back, satisfied with her work.[/i] Aorashi: Complicated. Trance: Only to the simple minded.... That's a good finish. It'll be happy for another day or two. That is- until you smash the poor dear up agian. Aerow: Eheh. I'll work on it. [i]She yawned and headed back to her bunk. Before they could bother her with another question, she was fast asleep, boots on the floor, pants alongside.[/i][/COLOR]