Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]The week passed without any upsets or interesting turns of events. No further missives were sent from Vicky or Eriju, but I didn't care. The guest room was already made up, Crystia was building a nest, and Kiwi wasn't floating anymore. The night before they were due to appear I had made them their favorite dinners, Vicky being a light eater, and Eriju subsisting on exactly what her daughter did, perhaps with a little more poached salmon, but still. Either way it was now a full time job, resetting the wards on the freezer to keep the men from getting into their meals. Crystia aided and abetted me of course, but it could hardly be said that it was anything less than a full time job. Three potentially starving men, the only good news was that Sevara was still on her 'I'm too good to eat meat' schtick. Gavin came home early that evening, Billy was downstairs with Neil possibly pumping iron, possibly slacking off or thinking of a new way to break into the freezer. Kiwi was gurgling happily while batting at Crystia's twitching tail while she gave Sevara a manicure, and faced with this sudden relative solitude, I jerked Gavin by his collar into our bedroom before he had time to undress. He made a protest, but I muffled it with my own mouth, shredding his shirt off of his body, dragging him into the bathtub I'd filled with cold water. As I pushed him down, I dipped my toes into the water and a hiss of steam accompanied them. Sliding in, Gavin shifted slightly as the water began to heat up with my body. Kissing him while the blood ran hot under my skin, he reached up to touch my neck and held on even as my skin began to sear him just a little.[/i] "If you make one joke about how hot I am-" "Bread and water?" "And no dessert." "You're so fucking hot baby. Sizzling. Steaming." [i]I splashed water across his face and he flinched again, seeing my nails sharpen and lengthen, digging into his shoulders. He leaned up and I moderated my body temperature just a little, enough to only feel just slightly feverish to him, laughing as he splashed back and pulled me down hard enough to bruise. Eventually we both slithered out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor, tangled up in the towels I'd put within arm's reach, Gavin's head on my chest. He nuzzled my throat, the curve of my neck and my collarbone and then sighed to himself. I stroked his hair absentmindedly, leaning back on the carpet, feeling everything around me begin to steam and dry.[/i] "You think Vicky and Eriju are bringing trouble?" "Probably. Eriju would do it just to see me suffer." "Aw she likes you-" [i]I pursed my lips as if considering, and gave him a haughty stare. Gavin melted and looked back down at my chest, feigning hurt.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Goodness, packing peanuts all over the place..... Gee it's like someone's toddler got loose. CHIBI MASTER! [IMG]http://haikute.com/wp-content/photos/100707_kitteh.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I did tae-kwon-do for about two years until of course it started to impact my knees. And since it's 70/30 legs to upper body I decided I wanted something more balanced. So then came tai chi. I've found that combined with self defense classes, and dance, I've more or less come up with my own particular style that combines an intense kind of flexibility with maneuvers that turn opponents back on themselves. I.e. a charge becomes easy to sidestep, and when my arm's twisted behind me, it's flexible enough to not hurt. So playing possum comes around again. "All martial arts are based on deception." Or so the Jade Warlord said. Either way I've found that mixing my dance moves with some well placed high kicks to the jaw tend to work well in keeping the opponent off balance.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Just as Linnett's laughter was beginning to pop Dahler's ears, the newly awakened vampire placed his hand gently over her mouth and shushed her, just a quiet soothing sound. As he did he placed his lips on her forehead and she arched back, her arms spread out on either side of her, falling backwards. He knelt to catch her, and laid her out on the ice, folding her arms over her chest. Then he looked up over his shoulder at Dahler's face and gave him a slightly scathing look.[/i] "Do you have any idea what you woke up?" "A wild child, Dynn's very own precious little daughter." [i]Dahler raised a skeptical eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest, not confrontationally as he might've done earlier.[/i] "Precious? Last I dreamed, he'd kicked her out of the clan and her brother had brought her here for safety's sake." "So she's really a monster, more than the usual." "You probed her mind earlier. You've seen." [i]His expression became pained, as if remembering his failing to get closer into Linnett's psyche. The girl had been like a glass wall.[/i] "Actually I didn't. She closed herself off pretty well. Too well in fact to be a real monster. Her capacity for higher thought is bigger than it should be." "You think she's not really even one of us?" "Doubtful." "Ah well. I'm Enige by the way. Enige of the Jahaena clan. Last one surviving probably." "Dahler of the Myind." [i]Introductions over, Enige picked up Linnett and cradled her small form against his chest, turning to face north again where the moon was hanging almost lazily against the star speckled sky. She stirred slightly in her sleep and Einge stroked her hair as gently as any doting father.[/i] "I watched this one flit through my dreams like a child in a candy store. She's perfect you know." "Perfect? Dynn couldn't control her, her brothers could barely keep her leashed." "Dynn was an overambitious fool. Siring this girl on a witch like he did." "You don't mean-" [i]The only sign Dahler gave that a phosphorous grenade had gone off in his stomach was a slight twitch of his left eye. Witches, such as the kind who hunted vampires in both an amateur and professional capacity were generally very risky business. Poisonous blood, wild and untamable, Dynn had probably caught one, raped her, and imprisoned her somewhere for the duration of the pregnancy. Such an act was both considered an abomination, and highly questionable. In fact, it was a marvel Linnett had survived this long without imploding. To prove his point, Einge leaned down and pierced Linnet's lower lip again with his fangs. Bright red blood welled up immediately and he turned her to face Dahler. He bent his head down and tasted, then staggered back, visions exploding in his mind's eye, out of control, surging, writhing, tenuous fibers of sanity snapping all around him, and then the moment passed. He steadied himself with one hand against the wall, and looked askance at her. Einge didn't chuckle, but his wry smile said it all.[/i] "See?" "You probably should've warned me she would-" "It's always better to walk into these without any preconceived ideas. How did she taste?" [i]Dahler shook his head. Not salty like human blood, and not thick and syrupy like vampire girls tended to be. More like wine, bitter and tangy with a hint of something he couldn't quite name. And the visions just a taste of her blood had given him, of destruction, fire, and ruin had almost shattered him.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I probably should've mentioned, there's positions besides persona carrying humans, there are also positions of news broadcasters, scientists studying the phenomena, and also just plain eaters. These are not full time posting positions, merely extras to distract from the main concept of people going snook-a-loopy. Your signups however, should follow the same idea, although you don't necessarily have to include a picture. Aren't I nice?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][size=3]All entries here are to be done FYI in a newscaster's format, a blog post, or a death count website update. if you acquire someone's memories, you will post an entry similar to the one I'll be posting next with who it was, how they died if you're aware, and condolences to any surviving family. Later, as people join, you're welcome to pm me with ideas on how to spin this new phenomena happening around the United States, as it hasn't spread to other countries yet. However that is only a matter of time, so developing stories or news broadcasts on the developing crisis are welcome in a strictly 'talking head' format. My goal is to turn this backstage thread into MSNBC, but with much better ratings.[/size] [center]~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] New Entry: [url]www.thedimmerlight.blogspot.com[/url] User: GraceIsGone New memory acquired, person: Jennifer Tam. To any surviving relatives in the Tam family, she died in a quick car crash, no lingering, no suffering. I express my condolences as profoundly as I know how. I'll take good care of her. My only regret is that you'll never know how much she loved you all, even when things were terrible. I'm sorry I got so personal there.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]My name is Grace, and I live with the memories of my best friend from high school in my mind. I can see Jennifer Tam’s thoughts all the time, respond to questions my friends ask me like she would, see things through her eyes when I want to. But I don’t want to. I want to be me. These days there are a lot of people out there with ghosts on their shoulders, in their thoughts, on their minds. I know one friend has the memory of every woman that came before her on the maternal line of her family. She’s not insane yet, but she has a focus for her life. I know my uncle lost his mind when he absorbed the memories of his ex wife and his current wife when both died under mysterious circumstances. These days I no longer stay near what’s left of my family. People too close to me have been dying left and right. My sister now holds our entire family in her mind, save me, and we only communicate every now and then. I live with Carol, the one with her female side in her mind, and we stay together as much as we can in the house that belongs to a Mrs. Young. Her two daughters and two sons live in her mind along with her ex husband. And she’s slowly been going insane ever since. Some days she sounds just like her daughter, Rochelle, who had the strongest personality, and other days she asks me if I have a match. Her eldest son was a pothead, and that discovery both reviled her and made her start to experiment more and more with things her conservative sensibilities had always shunned. Sometimes Eros joins us, not that Eros is really his name, but that’s what he calls himself now. My old friend Chris, has his ex girlfriends, all ten of them in his head now. A lot of us have changed our names to suit the thoughts we have in us now. Grace was my middle name, but now it’s my first name, and my only name. I can’t call myself by my last name anymore because while I’m still D’Ann sometimes, I’m now a living embodiment of my middle name. Jennifer was a dancer, a gymnast, and my body now knows how to do what she could do. The other day I slipped and fell down the stairs but landed in the splits, landed perfectly in fact, and didn’t hurt myself even a little. This morning I needed to reach something on a high shelf in the kitchen, Carol actually wanted to make crepes and experiment with her great-great-great grandmother’s recipe and I found myself standing on the perfect pointe I’d never been able to achieve in ballet, capable of reaching everything. When I brought it down to her I sank down into a third position without even realizing it, and struggled for the next half hour to regain my own thoughts and put them in order. Right now I’m writing because I know if I stop I’ll have to think harder about those memories Jennifer has of me and her and our friends that went to high school together. I don’t want to think about them. I know she didn’t mind me, and I know we were friends, but seeing myself through someone else’s eyes makes me uncomfortable. I’m afraid too. Afraid I’ll turn out like the crazy people that roam the streets at night. Filled with the strength of more than just their own bodies, they’re capable of things. Things that I can do, multiplied by however many personas they have now. Carol for one can smash through a cast iron pot with just her fist. All those women, all of that power is now inside her. I’m afraid of what could happen if the right person had the wrong trigger, and came gunning for us. But we keep a low profile. Life as we know it has disintegrated, but I knew I did the right thing when I came to Mrs. Young’s house. She was afraid of Y2K, and has a house well stocked for any emergency, generator, gasoline, tons of water and canned and dry goods. And she has a garden and a well guarded one at that. And dogs. We have dogs now. Several strays that we cleaned up, brushed up, and named and tagged. They consisted of Josie the bulldog, Carlotta the greyhound, and Escobar the Rottweiler, all of them members of our family. They followed Carol and me around the house, begging for food, pretending like we didn’t feed them. The posers. Chris visited earlier and he had yet another personality that had finally surfaced, and going through yearbooks, we were able to pin it on a girl that had always liked him, but never dated. I wondered what happened, but too late, her name appeared in the death lists that were always updating online. Some enterprising and relatively sane person had started a list, where you could update whoever you had in your mind. The people who had their personalities taken tended to die immediately, or go into comas and die soon after. I knew my family had died in a car crash. Kayla survived somehow by being thrown a safe distance, and I knew the memory of it was killing her slowly. Quietly. I sighed and threw down my pen and walked towards the window, drawing up the shades for the coming night. As I did, I noticed a flicker of movement in the yard next to Mrs. Young’s, and I felt my body tense up in anticipation, the gymnast inside me preparing to unleash and unlock the muscles that would be necessary to respond. Upstairs I knew Eros was writing furiously in his notebook, he too using the only method we had at hand to keep the thoughts and individuality sorted out. And immediately across from me was the kitchen, open, exposed, where Carol was sorting green beans and tofu to prepare for our dinner. I checked the door once more, then unlocked it carefully and strolled almost uncaringly over to Carol, leaning against her shoulder as if helping her strain everything.[/i] “Someone is coming. Might be an Eater. Someone going for Chris or you.” “You’re being modest again. Why wouldn’t anyone want your body and all of your memories too?” “Eh. I’m too boring. I’ll ambush from behind, do you have the knives ready next to you? It’s a straight shot to the door.” “No worries. Get ready.” [i]I smiled and moved back towards the foyer, climbing up the raised marble walls to prop myself just above the front door. Legs spread to brace myself just above the entry way, I placed my arms out as well, the flexibility feeling both natural and unnatural at the same time. Carol quietly opened the drawer to her right and withdrew six throwing knives. Apparently one of her female ancestors had either been an assassin or simply a well-trained martial artist, she was close mouthed on the subject and I didn’t want to pry. As predicted, the door burst open beneath me and I dropped like a ton of bricks, my right leg extended for a quick blow to the back of the neck. The intruder, who not only was in fact an Eater, but clearly a very voracious one, turned to catch me but fell, pierced through the back in three places. I turned and for a brief instant I saw Carol with her right arm raised high above her head, two more knives held in an attack position. But it wasn’t necessary; already the Eater was coughing up his life’s blood and writhing spasmodically in his final throes of death. I backed away for an instant, then kicked his body out of the house, and slammed the door, locking it twice behind me. Carol replaced her knives in the drawer and returned to straining the tofu as if nothing had happened. Eros slid down the banister of the first staircase and walked into the living room.[/i] “Another Eater?” “Carol took him down.” “With some help of course.” [i]I mugged a modest expression that I knew was Jennifer’s and not mine and turned to help with dinner. Eros walked back upstairs and went back to his journaling, wondering if he’d ever be able to get them all straightened out. I sympathized. Some of the personas had the same name. With a sour thought for the lack of creativity in today’s parents and in his choice of girlfriends, I sat down on the sofa and tinkered with the 9mm Jennifer had also known how to use.[/i][/SIZE] [center]~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] Welcome to Ghost In My View. As you may have guessed, the world’s gone completely insane. People are absorbing the thoughts and memories and entire lifetimes of people around them, usually significant others, family members, or very close friends. Some can accept it and go on with their lives, some go crazy, and some die soon after of self-inflicted wounds. Your job will be clinging to the frayed ends of your sanity and keeping one step ahead of the Eaters that constantly seek more people to consume. If you kill someone, you can absorb their thoughts if you desire, by keeping physical contact with them in the last moments of their life, but if you’re alive, you probably already have too many memories inside to keep straight without the help of the friends who are still alive. Join me at Mrs. Young’s house, wake up from a coma, or quietly go insane on your own. This will be a dark, psychological game for the mature and intermediate to advanced writer. Signups should be relatively straightforward. Introduce yourself in a story format as I did, a little background, drop hints as to your build, abilities, and appearance, but if you have a real life face shot of yourself, or someone you know that you’d like to use, please include it. You have, one week. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]See? I tried to tell you? Painkillers and dopamine injected into the base of the skull before this movie or you'll grind your teeth down to stubs.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh hai guys, it's Darren after discovering he was made moderator.[/FONT][/COLOR] [IMG]http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n25/Asbosquirrel/emo-kitteh-is-too-sad-to-go-on.jpg[/IMG]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Korey leaned back slightly from his position, fanbearer for his exceedingly wealthy mistress, the Lady Indi. She lay reclined on her extravagant pile of pillows while various members of her household came and went, paying court to her, and with a clash of cymbals, another visitor arrived. This time the Lord Gavin with the Lady Rai on his arm and he redoubled his efforts, determined to ward off the heat of the day and another beating from his mistress for what she always called 'slacking.' The two sat on their divans, various slaves and their own personal ones rushing to make sure they were comfortable while the litter that had borne them was rushed off to the clearing house. He noted that his friend, Darren was kneeling at Rai's feet with a properly subservient expression on his face. So that was where he'd been shipped off to. Probably as a gift. At Gavin's feet knelt some red haired boy he didn't know, but a barbarian oddity he had probably purchased on a whim. The three chatted politely about the weather and how dreadfully dreary it was and he was so bored he was about to doze off when Lady Rai pointed a delicately manicured finger at him and spoke in her low, almost musical voice.[/i] "That fanbearer there. How much would you ask for him?" "Oh that one? Not for sale sadly. He's all I have left to remind me of my dearly departed mate." "Ah, I wasn't aware he had such sentimental value for you." [i]Lady Indi merely smiled coyly and leaned back against the down filled cushions, flicking her wrist at her servants. Glasses of orangeade were brought out and he exchanged a careful look over towards Phenom, who had earlier conspired with him on the subject of their assassination of their mistress, whose harsh and cruel ways had finally pushed them to the breaking point. Carefully, they had at separate times, bought two poisons meant to work together. Each harmless on their own but deadly when combined, and the first dose was in everyone's drink. Each was sampled by their own servants before being handed over, safe from harm.[/i] "Lovely stuff, our oranges have been doing so well this year..." "You always had a good eye for picking out the best. Didn't you?" [i]The conversation droned on, and Korey was hard pressed to keep himself from dropping off entirely. Later, the guests left, leaving behind a beautiful little slave girl named Erica as a token of their esteem. Korey was instructed to settle her in with the matron of the servants and then attend to his mistress at her toilet, which consisted of a long bath, a session with her serving girls, and then an evening in which he would fan her until she was asleep. He stood waiting in her chambers, as Phenom brought her evening drink of a light fruit juice, this one he himself would taste, as Phenom was already dosed with the first of the poisons. As he left, he heard Indi calling him and he brought the drink down to her large marble bathtub, where he knew she would be waiting impatiently as usual.[/i] "Hand that over would you? I'm simply parched from today's activities." [i]Despite the fact that they had consisted of a morning bath, breakfast, a meeting with her servitors and guests, a lunch, a complicated dinner, and now an evening bath, he didn't doubt her aloud. Instead he merely contented himself with a dull nod. He took a sip of the drink and found it oddly sweet, but passed it to her. She took a few swallows, and handed it back to him, and he set it down on the counter.[/i] "Go send for the girls." [i]Korey stood to go, mildly fibrillating with excitement, and turned to leave. As he stood in the hallway, he mentally went over what would happen when the girls all came in. She would be found in her bath, the water tinged red with her blood as her body began to respond to the venom in her stomach... ...and they would be sold again, perhaps to a kinder master or mistress. The next morning, as her things were distributed away by the proper authorities and her advocates, he found himself holding his deed of sale and being ushered into the house he knew belonged to a Lord Allamorph.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]I don't know why I turned to him unconsciously or why I found myself sobbing aloud on his shoulder, as helpless as a child. I felt my fingers clinging to the fabric of my brother's shirt on his body and knew that I was staining his sleeves with tears. Eventually I felt myself calming down and forced my emotions under control, giving them a feeble shake. I pulled away slowly and I felt his arms slowly recede from their position on my shoulders and back. Awkwardly I turned to one side and reached for a Kleenex from the table. I wiped my eyes and walked to my bedroom, hoping he wouldn't follow, gratified when he didn't. I changed my clothes automatically, looking at the thermometer outside climbing up to 90 degrees. A shorter skirt, a blouse, and I picked up my things from the end table and walked back to the living room to find Kenso putting his guns away in various places in his waistband, in his pack and I tossed him the keys. We drove through the town slowly, obeying the speed limits, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. No more sirens then the usual background noise, no police helicopter fly-overs. In the offices I signed in and went upstairs to find Michael resting, pale and gray skinned, a far cry from his usual tan. Kenso stood up behind me and looked over at Michael's fresh bandages.[/i] "Wasn't he on a serious pain killer drip?" "Morphine." "...I'll talk to you later Raiha." [i]He leaned over and gave me a quick hug, and then was out the door. I pulled my notepad from my purse and sat down in the chair across from his bed and leaned back, flicking the pen between my fingers. The doctor knew I was in, but I could sense he wasn't coming in to talk to me just yet. I don't blame him though. A nurse breezed in, looked at Michael's vitals, gave me a curt nod, then began checking on the next patient. I stood up and pushed my purse under the chair that I'd designated as my own. Out in the hallway I walked down towards the women's bathroom and noticed a couple men, unshaven and hollow eyed watching my every move. In the bathroom I locked the door behind me faster than I would've if anybody had been watching. I washed my face, flinching at the cold water, and then wiped myself dry with the rough paper towels. Padding out again, I noticed the men were gone, and I flew back to his room, skidding to a stop at the door to find him unchanged, the nurse gone. He was still breathing, my purse was still there, and he looked normal. I sat down next to him with a heavy sigh and waited for the doctor to arrive.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]I rubbed my forehead wearily with my free hand and then shouted aloud one incomprehensible word, power lancing from my fingertips towards Billy and Neil's mouths. Immediately they snapped shut and they felt their bodies jerk upright, both with slightly messy faces, both turning slightly red as I glared at the pair of them with a jaundiced expression.[/i] "You have forks. I suggest you employ them for more than fighting each other and seeing how far you can stick them into the tables." [i]Sevara ducked her head down and took a sip of her tea while Kiwi giggled and bashed her spoons against the table gleefully, her chortling echoing loudly in the very quiet room. I flicked my middle finger at the pair of them and their faces unlocked, both swallowing as silently as I've ever seen them before picking up their utensils and finally using them for their intended purposes. Gavin cut himself another slice of meat and began shredding it into bite sized pieces, feeding each individually to Kiwi as she cooed and breathed out baby graces to him.[/i] "So what was the message about?" "Mommy coming home?" [i]Crystia had looked up from her bowl of milk, preening her whiskers with her tongue and front paws, her voice hoarse yet musical. I blinked. She talked. And she'd been peeking in my mind to figure it out.[/i] "You were peeking without permission Crystia. That's very naughty." [i]She sighed and lowered her head a little, blushing under her fur. I sighed in an unconscious echo and poured myself more water.[/i] "And yes, Vicky and Eriju are coming back. And they're going to bring some reports from Iki, whose colonized a new home world. Everything looks like it's in order, or maybe they were fronting." "You think the message wasn't on the level?" [i]Neil looked up from his plate and I noticed his tail was bristling slightly at the thought of new trouble.[/i] "Maybe, maybe not. Guess we'll find out, won't we?" [i]He shrugged and we began clearing the table. I began rinsing the dishes while Sevara began loading them in our outsized dishwasher while Gavin met me on the other side, soaping up the pots and pans I'd cooked with, scraping away. I leaned against him, weary of the world, weary of this sometimes, but feeling pressure to keep up a confident face. God knows when that thing that attacked my children would come again. Why wouldn't they? Kids had to go back to school sometime, and that sometime was tomorrow. Monday. Gavin goes to work with Neil. Crystia stays home and reads her novels. Kiwi and I sleep and shower and clean and play with toys. More or less. And the kids would be wide open again. Maybe both would be taken down this time. Maybe there were more than one. Maybe Sevara was holding out on me.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Lunox'][font=trebuchet ms] Bose, because quality beats coolness.[/font][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]And then the price tag will beat you to death until you resemble a bloody pulp.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][CENTER][FONT="Times New Roman"]I recommend Sony's sound canceling headphones, because they cover your ears and AREN'T earbuds. Those hurt. [URL="http://www.sonystyle.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10551&langId=-1&productId=11038284&storeId=10151"]They're over here, immbeded though.[/URL] They actually work on airplanes anyway, blocking out the engine hum pretty well, but you're kind of screwed if the captain announces the plane is about to crash because it effectively blocks out the blather of everyone around you too. As far as anime headphones go, I recommend stickers.[/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]

[quote name='TheDumbening']wat go die[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'll work on that. Perhaps someone will write a Panic at the Disco! song about it, cementing everyone's view that they're relatively emo. But wait! That song's already been written. Oh yes, and the new album isn't bad, just different from their first one. And I have no idea why there are such long titles. Just go with it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='TheDumbening']hey, i just have nothing else to say. Isn't it okay to have a short post with nothing else to explain? Do i have to spell it out for everybody and go on a rant?[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Actually a rant would be a lot more informative than the oh so prosaic 'you suck.' It would tell us that a: you are capable of thinking in complete sentences that contain more than a noun and an adjective. And b: that you're capable of doing more than just jumping on the PATD! hatred bandwagon.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][RIGHT][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well I'm just letting you know that as a spokeswoman for the RP lobby, I'll be making several public service announcements for OBtv because what would television be after all with clever attack ads followed by: "I'm James and I approve this message."[/FONT][/RIGHT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Name: Murciala Gender: Female Age: Middle-Aged Race: Dumeril Boa Appearance: A rather less than slender Dumeril boa, Murciala tends to be slightly heavier due to her age as well as gender, but on the other hand, that is overcome by her hypnotizing grey and brown eyes and speckled pattern of brown and gold diamonds. Class: Spy; Good at camouflage due to her distinct, or perhaps not so distinct coloring, subterfuge and smooth talking. Weapon: Fangs, crushing coils Personality: Murciala is a very clever yet equally amoral individual, perhaps due to her species, perhaps her gender, or perhaps due in part to the fact that she eats very small rabbits for dinner.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Dahler looked closer into Linnett's eyes as the sun finally began to lip itself down beyond the glaciers. He knew the sun had gone, but the matter of fact way she'd said it and pointed with one exceedingly slender finger made him wonder why she said it like he wasn't aware. Maybe she hadn't spent enough time around her father to find out. Or maybe she was just teasing him. He knew she was capable of deceit. Just not too interested in it apparently, from the open way she held herself, the eyes she constantly let flicker past her surroundings. He pulled himself through the crevasse that had led to her resting place and stepped out barefoot onto the night ice. Linnett followed automatically, eager to get out of her prison now that it was safe. The landscape glittered with the lights of the Borealis, and she looked up at them with the eager eyes of a child, lips parted slightly, head tilted upwards. He followed her entranced movements with an almost paternal smile and then began walking towards what his body assured him was civilization. North, away from the darkness, and the constant expression of nature's harshest thoughts and feelings. Linnett pounced from precipice to precipice, her fingernails long and naturally pointed, digging into the permafrost like it was styrofoam instead of solid water. Dahler seemed to glide in his cloak, a dark form against the lighter grays and browns of the ice fields. Linnett giggled as she caught his shadow repeatedly, and she rolled down a long embankment and sprang to her feet, pirouetting gracefully before tumbling on an angle down the next hill. Dahler turned to her unexpectedly.[/i] "Are you always so playful?" "The ice is nice. Nicey nice. So nice after dreams and dreams and dreams and drea-" "It is nice, but no unnecessary movements. There may be more of us that have also awakened." [i]Linnett shook her head fitfully and bounded past him and pointed straight down between her bare toes.[/i] "One sleeps right near here. And another nearer to my bed. But everyone's asleep. And some of them died in their sleep." "Show me the closest live one?" [i]Dahler frowned slightly, his brow furrowing forward, drawing his face down towards his equine nose and thin lips. He couldn't sense a thing. Normally, when not separated by ice and snow, and in the civilized world he could sense his fellow vampires as easily as he could smell fresh humans. But out here it was as if a psychic blanket had been thrown over him. Part of it irked him, but the other part was curious. If he, ancient enough to be considered an Elder, was incapable of sensing his own kind out here in the southernmost part of the world, just how was she doing it? Was she even telling the truth? All this as he followed her, heading northwest in an almost straight line, although every now and then she tilted her head to one side as if listening to the music of the spheres, before bounding off in the same direction she'd already been heading. Just when he was about to ask her if she was sure of herself, she took a step forward and threw her arms up as she slid down into a hidden tunnel he would've ordinarily bypassed. He followed and slid several feet down until the almost natural slide tapered off and brought them to a seemingly empty cavern. Linnett padded on the tips of her toes to the far wall, and leaned up against it. She spread her arms out as wide as she could as if reaching for an enormous hug, and tipped her head against it, the starlight colored hair cascading across her face and shoulders.[/i] "My sleeping friend is right here. Here here here." "You know him?" "No, but I love him." [i]The effect was instantaneous. Ice began to light itself as if from within, and Dahler tiled his head back slightly to find the figure of another vampire, this one at least as old as him standing immobile in the ice, frozen in place perhaps by his own will. Linnett smiled, still with her eyes closed, then brought her head back to face the sleeping vampire's and pierced her lower lip with one fang, then coated her lips with the blood and kissed the ice.[/i] ".....oh dear." [i]The ice shattered into a thousand pieces, and the vampire stepped down as if from a ledge, fully awake, with none of the eye rubbing and confusion that Linnett had indulged in. He looked down and saw Linnett still with her arms around his waist, head against his chest, with her lower lip trickling blood onto his robe. Dahler didn't take an unconscious step back so much as he felt his body recoil slightly at the surge of cold power that flickered and whispered over this newly awakened vampire's body.[/i] "Now what's all this? I was in the middle of such a good dream too. Who're you? And who's this?" "We pray your indulgence. Linnett woke you up without asking me first. I am Dahler, an Elder if you like." "Linnett? Little Dynn. I can smell it on her. Just like her old daddy dearest, but much much prettier. I saw you far across all the dreaming you did last year. And you are very pretty. Aren't you? " [i]The girl in question looked up at him and giggled a little. Just a tiny sound in the enormous cavern, but to Dahler's highly trained senses, it seemed to lance across his mind like a braided whip.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Look out humans! It's Boo! [IMG]http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/funny-pictures-zombie-kitten-cat.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Tahoma"]I liked their original album for all the criticism they garnered and I must confess master that they have some of the best music videos out there. For all that they're on the same label as Paramore [who has totally terrible albums and often bad songs] and Falloutboy [who all make me want to cut myself repeatedly to make their sounds stop]... I enjoy their often lightheartedness and the way they take themselves less seriously in their sophomore album. Perhaps their third will bring even better things. Favorite song? "I Write Sins, not Tragedies." Check the music videos. They're like absinthe fueled moulin rogue parties. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Dead walked a little faster, his overcoat collar turned up against the unseasonable cold of late September. Instead of driving like he'd planned, the day had started out so nice he'd decided to walk the four miles into work. Now he was cursing his brilliant plan while simultaneously congratulating himself for leaving his coat in from the winter that had ended rather early this year. His foot steps echoed dully against the concrete buildings and the asphalt beneath his heels. For a minute it sounded like there were more than one of him walking down a back alley towards his apartment, but then the sound faded. He shook it off and walked up the outside flight of stairs, always preferring to dodge the inside one, smokey and stale from other people's exhalations and expectorations. In his own apartment, things were smoke stained, but not unpleasant. He lived alone, his computer desk in one corner, his bed in the other, nothing cutting him off from his miniscule kitchen and eating area. Studio apartments in this city were somewhat cheaper and less of a pain than having room mates that always failed you. But on the other hand, they were lonely. His computer beeped at him and he sat down, draping his coat over the back of his seat and turning up the thermostat behind his head.[/i] Emptyshadetwo (7:15 PM): "Lonely?" [i]Unknown chat name, local chat room that was otherwise empty for some reason. Usually around 7 p.m. others like him came home and logged on. He shrugged and typed back.[/i] deadseraphim (7:20 PM): "Isn't everyone who comes to a chat room?" Emptyshadetwo (7:20 PM): "I'm not lonely, I'm working. And neither are the two housewives that sometimes come on after midnight. They're just horny." [i]Seemed fair enough. But the screen name was bothering him. Familiar, but at the same time completely unfamiliar. This sort of thing would keep him up more effectively than the insomnia his doctor had called 'troubling."[/i] Emptyshadetwo (7:25 PM): "Insomnia bothering you again?" deadseraphim (7:25 PM): "I don't remember talking about that with the people here. Where you ghosting?" Emptyshadetwo (7:30 PM): "That's one way of putting it." [i]Dead walked away from his computer to clear his head. Lighting a cigarette on the heating element of his stove, he'd long ago lost his lighter, he opened his balcony just a crack and let the smoke waft out. Otherwise, he drew the blinds and turned on his desk lamp. HIs dinner circled endlessly in the microwave and he sat down at his desk again, blinking a few times before shaking a couple of his pills down onto his desktop.[/i] Emptyshadetwo (7:35 PM): "Careful, those are somewhat addictive." deadseraphim (7:35 PM): " Cigarettes?" [i]There was a pause, and Dead automatically began looking up to the starkly white corners of his apartment, finding nothing but the same old cobwebs he had never cleaned up.[/i] Emptyshadetwo (7:45 PM): "No, those Diazepam. Four is two too many." [i]Dead abruptly logged off of the chat room. His own personal stalker was a bit too much to handle after a long day at work and a freezing walk home. He headed for his shower again, extinguishing the cigarette in his bathroom sink. The lights in his living area dimmed as he turned on the bathroom light and he turned it off and watched his living room lights get brighter again. Sometimes he wondered why he paid his bills in the first place. The hot water didn't last long. Five minutes tops, and he sighed again, this time at his water bill, as he rinsed stinging soapsuds out of his hair under a Niagra of freezing cold water. Lips blue, he toweled himself off in front of his mirror and stared at his haggard face, seeing dark brown eyes staring back at him. They blinked for one ridiculously slow second, independently of his, and Dead jerked back. He could've sworn for a minute they appeared grey, mottled with brown flecks much too light to be his. Dead looked away quickly, debating smashing the mirror just on principle, but decided he didn't need any more bad luck. Instead he went back to the computer and sat down, fully prepared to fall asleep sitting up. Instead he found an e-mail that used the same name as whoever had been talking to him earlier. And then five minutes later he was standing on his computer chair, running his fingers along the moulding against his ceiling, against the base, and ripping apart the insulation in his bathroom ceiling. Time seemed to bend itself and he could've sworn he'd spent more time scrabbling against every item in his apartment then he really did. Hours later he fell asleep slumped against his mattress on the floor, his apartment a disaster, his computer still on and humming to itself in the room that would've been dark if Dead had been awake enough to turn off his lights. And when he woke up he found himself staring into a dark room, with a slash of light from where the curtains were slightly pulled back and the sliding glass door was open. Shuffling over to that point, he lit up again, and leaned back against the curtained half of the door, the hard surfaces taunting his sore body. Why had he stayed up well past his bedtime, fighting medication and exhaustion and insomnia just to see if someone who was probably just guessing was really watching him? He'd even debated cutting his eyes out to see if there was anything in his brain. But then he realized that when his ex had left she'd taken all the really sharp kitchen knives with her. And he'd abandoned that one for logging back on the chat room instead. And there he'd remained all day, even while at work. People came and went, but they were just that. People. He was beginning to relax a little until it went empty again as he got home. At 7: 15 PM.[/i] Emptyshadetwo (7:15PM): "Still lonely?" deadseraphim (7:30 PM): "Maybe. Am I really alone though?" Emptyshadetwo (7:30PM): "No. You're not alone." [i]Automatically Dead looked over his shoulder and then back to his screen. It had gone blank while the light was still on. He pressed the dimmer switch back up to full but the screen stayed blank. He stared at the screen, refusing to blink, and then he looked over his shoulder again. This time there was still nobody there, but instead he heard a knock on his door just as he was turning back to his errant computer. He jumped up as if he'd been shot, and almost flew to the door, his hand on the knob when it turned by itself. And someone he didn't know but knew stepped into his room. Emptyshadetwo, or as he was beginning to think of him, just Shade. And his eyes seemed to pin him against the back wall, holding him immobile, his mouth frozen in place. His computer came back to life and glowed white, beeping as a message was sent before going completely black again.[/i] Emptyshadetwo (8:00 PM): "I told you, you weren't alone."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Foredaddy']This is about 6 or 7 seven years too late... Anybody who was a fan has probably grown out of it and moved on by now (cough cough me cough cough). Which sucks.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]We're also the same people who remember the bloody Toonami on Cartoon Network and waiting FOREVER for Freiza to blow up that planet...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I bring you a Youngling. [IMG]http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x253/PandaTheCat/force.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='SaiyanPrincessX'][SIZE="1"] I remember before I started high school I thought people really did shove you into lockers, lol! Although, I'm sure that has happened to someone here on OB. o_O[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]*clears throat* Whoever that happened to I'm sure they deserved it very much.[/FONT][/COLOR]