Raiha

[quote name='Morpheus']You mean he knows this guy that has strong opinions, and somehow that reflects on [I]him[/I]? Anyone basing their vote on anything Reverend Wright has said must not be able to actually think for themselves, because that is what they would be assuming about obama.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Yes, it means he has opinions, and I don't agree with them. I'm not going to not vote for him based on the Reverend Wright situation. I'm going to not vote for him because I think he would be bad for America. Oh yeah, and I think he's a Marxist.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Lunox'][font=trebuchet ms]Honestly, my post's sarcasm/gross exaggeration should have been enough to ring off the "this isn't a serious message" alarms. lol[/font][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]A voice crying in the wilderness you are.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. I saw it last night with one comic book nerd [so he says] and one person who has never touched or looked at a comic book in his life. And since I spent most of the movie alternately giggling silently to myself or singing happily on the inside, I can't help but express my great joy in the glory of the movie that is Iron Man. Does anyone smell War Machine coming? Oh yes, and Pepper Potts was the strong charming character with the best line in the whole movie. [spoiler]News Bimbo: "He still has you picking up his dry cleaning?" Miss Potts: "Yes, and sometimes take out the trash." Then there's the actual "ending" where I jumped up and shouted at my friend: "I ****ING CALLED IT! NOW WHO'S THE *****?"[/spoiler][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh great googly moogly. Now I remember why I didn't respond to this thread right away. Because I was too busy reading the [b]Journey To The West[/b] by Cheng'en Wu. And then I watched "Forbidden Kingdom" and realized that while this movie tries really REALLY hard, you won't actually understand it unless you have actually soldiered through Cheng'en's magnum opus. And once you have, you will know that you are a man my son. Or something.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]What's there to forget? And why shout? Ron Paul's been dead in the water since March. Or probably before March but it's late for me and I'm experiencing female cramps so you'll forgive me this lapse. Talking about Ron Paul at this stage is like talking about Dennis Kucinich. Read: stupid. I'll be voting for McCain because I appear to cling to guns and religions even though I myself am also only [i]half white[/i]. And the image of Obama lecturing the U.S. on race after the Reverend J. Wright fiasco isn't really the image of the bold leader I like. On the other hand, Hillary can go drown in a lake of congealed pus because the day she takes office is the day I go downstairs to the basement and make myself enough martinis to sink a battleship. Of course at this point in the race, it's virtually ensured that the Democratic nomination is headed straight for Convention. How fun![/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Employee Name:[/b] Ilona Montenegro L' Marcelle [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Identification:[/b] [IMG]http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h167/Desbreko_Fanclub/VBO/avatar16_guest.gif[/IMG] [b]Occupation & Background:[/b] Singer in the Lounge Miss L'Marcelle was hired by the Von Braun after one of her recordings was played at a launch party, since the lounge, while outfitted perfectly was still lacking a vocalist. Spending most of her time being hired for several weeks at a time by one bar, or restaurant or another on limited contracts, life seemed rather tenuous to her. But of course, an offer to sing in the Von Braun's rather swanky lounge next to the piano, or on the piano, was not one to be turned down lightly. After all, rich or poor, you were bound to want at least a little entertainment. Or so she hopped. A long history of singing, and a Master's in the Performing Arts with a special emphasis on Jazz, L' Marcelle studied the classics. As a child, Ilona emulated Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Sade, trying to bend her vocal chords just the way they did. And in time, puberty shaped her voice and gave her a velvety, smooth alto, soothing and subtle. With her voice she's charmed many, and now she hopes to expand her horizons, not overly ambitions, but filled with anticipation. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][b]Name:[/b] Miss Ashira Mae Celeste [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Position within the company:[/b] Secretary to Mr. Kensington Sr. [b]How you got there:[/b] Hand picked out of several dozen hopefulls, Miss Celeste beat out the competition by being the most tenacious character to ever interview for a clerical position. Her snappy witty remarks, coupled with odd courtesy were a marvel to Mr. Kensington Sr. After graduating from a rather decent college with high marks in English and Philosophy, she heard about an opening from an Uncle on her father's side and found herself soon sitting in the exquisitely proportioned waiting room of the Kensington Building, twisting a very clean handkerchief in both hands. The psychological evaluation and writing examinations complete, all that remained was a face to face interview. "Why would you like to work here Miss...Celeste is it?" "Yes, like the musical instrument." "Well?" "I believe I'm the one for the job. You won't find someone else who can do what I can do. I guarantee it." And she got the job. Obviously. Otherwise she wouldn't be writing technical reports and answering the phones for the ridiculously busy Mr. Kensington Sr. Juggling his appointment books like a performer in Cirque du Soleil, Miss Celeste has thus far kept her boss's papers in good order, the gigantic filing cabinets behind her filled with the detritus of nearly half a century. The secretaries that had gone before her had done well, and she'd do the same. While some thought paper records were obsolete, Miss Celeste begged to differ, and kept both a digital and written record. And thus she does retain her position with good cheer. So long as nobody asks her to kill a spider. [b]Psychological Evaluation:[/b] Mild obsession with cleanliness, order, and parallel files and applications on a computer screen. Displayed unusually neat hand writing on written exam, enforcing one inch margins without rule lines. Confessed a fear of the dark in what was perhaps an attempt to hide a extremely intense fear of insects and spiders. [b]Company Photo Record:[/b] see below.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Tahoma"]I OBJECT! My lawyer was defective! Seriously! Come on! You could've done so much better protecting me from...a heavy fine. *facepalm*[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Indestructible consoles is right. Except when faced with Shy's bulldog. My DS has thus far survived being run over by my Civic, although I'm pretty sure my friend's truck would destroy it. But seriously. While moderately under the influence (of what I'll not go into) I decided to take my "Death Bus" to [spoiler]Michelle's for the express purpose of getting drunk. For some reason she didn't mind the corpse of the person I accidentally nailed while pulling up to her house. And after we staggered about and she commented on how my shirt was boring, she asked me where to find cocaine. For a bachelor party. ...cough. And then of course I have no idea if the dialogue is intentionally hilarious or just the product of some completely insane writers. "You're special! You're so special!" "Oh yes, say interesting things to me!" screams Michelle while you're in her flat "respecting" her. "My need is greater than yours!" says our heroic protagonist as he wrenches some granny from her asthmatic geriatric Buick.[/spoiler] And then I remember eating cookies and that was the end of my GTA 4 experience on my friend's PS3. He continued to play of course, and ended up viciously murdering a saxophone player for absolutely no reason at all. Good times were had by all. And the Penny Arcade comic on the subject of dating was a riot. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]VNV Nation[/i]: Burning Empires. Specifically "Further." Capable of being found on youtube with just a cursory search. And I realize there's this little link not half an inch from the text I'm typing here but I can't be bothered to figure it out. The ambient sound creates a very fitting backdrop for the mildly processed vocals. And speaking of which, the lyrics are extremely good. [CENTER]"Each day shall end as it begins And though you're far away from me I know in darkness I will find you giving up inside like me"[/CENTER][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]As Jae gently picked me up, I pushed her off immediately, the coat heavy around my shoulders and staggered around behind the car. Falling to my knees, bending over double behind the trash cans in the alley, I heaved. My stomach writhed, the sudden fear of what could've happened to me over. I was dimly aware of Jae holding my head for me, while my throat constricted, nearly choking me. She fished in her pockets and found a kleenex, wiping my mouth for me, tipping my head back so I could breathe again. My ears almost registered what she was saying but I kept hearing the cop's voice, over and over. Laughing at me. Threatening Jae. With strength I always knew she had but never fully appreciated, Jae pulled me to my feet and walked me back to my car, leaning me against the trunk, handing me my pants. I pulled them on automatically, hardly noticing Jae pulling my flip flops back on. I wondered who was talking to me when Kenso turned my head to face him gently and looked me in the eyes.[/i] "You're going to be fine." "I...I...." [i]...felt like a moron. Kenso had been nothing but nice to me. Ridden in on a pale horse and violently saving me from being raped a quarter of a mile from my house. I wanted to thank him but my mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls and left that way for a few years. Jae put her arm around my shoulders and I blinked like an owl on meth. Then my mouth worked again.[/i] "Thank you for saving me. And Jae." "You're welcome." [i]His expression looked almost mournful, but he smiled at me still, his hand resting on the other side of my trunk, non-threatening. Safe. I was beginning to feel grateful, beginning to realize what he'd done for me, and how much trouble we'd be in if we stayed. Jae caught the look on my face and scanned the area leading up to my apartment.[/i] "We shouldn't stay out here. Let's go inside Raiha. I'll drive." [i]I handed her my keys and looked over at Kenso, hopefully inviting him with my glance, if only for awhile. He smiled as the engine turned over.[/i] "Maybe a little later. I have to clean up here." "Okay. There's food if you're hungry." [i]He was still smiling as I slid into the passenger seat, listening to my car complain just a little. As the car turned the corner I looked back and saw Kenso standing still, watching us as we made it to my parking lot. Both of us went up the stairs, I unlocked the front door, and then quickly locked it behind me and Jae, dropping the keys on the end table and shedding the trench coat. I dropped into a chair and put my head in my hands. My head spun, and I heard Jae walk into the kitchen, reading the note taped to the fridge. She brought me a glass of juice and I sipped it slowly, the sweet taste bringing me back. Jae tilted her head as I looked over into the kitchen.[/i] "He didn't come home did he?" "Michael? No. He would've trashed the note." "Well fuck. I hope he wasn't there tonight. I was scared shitless." "I don't think he'd get caught up in that. I mean I'd like to think that. You know?" "I know. You're alright Raiha?" "Yeah. Need a shower though. Do you think Kenso will stop by?" "I kinda hope he does. I mean tomorrow's a Saturday. You don't have work. And he's a good guy. Never tried to hustle me." [i]I smiled to myself, faintly. Not a full on grin. But I walked towards my miniscule bathroom, shedding my clothes as I went. The water turned as high as I could stand it, I stood at the mirror, staring into my reflection's eyes.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Chibi and K leaned back against the stone wall in the park and laughed, both feeling good after a long day of classes. Their backpacks were tossed in a corner and their school sweaters with them. The two sat, feeling the warmth from the sun through their shirts. Chibi turned and smiled, the sun in her eyes.[/i] ?What are you thinking about Chibi?? ?Just I?m glad that we passed that test. Glad it?s over with now.? ?And just think. Later, more tests!? [i]She waved her hand with some resignation and mugged a dramatic expression. K giggled and Chibi gave her a friendly push on the arm, then stood up, heading for the swings. The chain links clinked together companionably, and the two pushed off from the sand, crossing their legs alternately and laughing at the heady feeling of defying gravity. Back and forth, threatening to jump off, when K did first, flying and landing feet first in the sand, Chibi following right after. Both turned, the swings still going wildly, as a shadow fell over the playground. At first all K was was the flash of a huge hand reaching for her when Chibi screamed and hurled a fist full of sand into the attacker?s face. He let go of K?s arm with a yell, pawing at his eyes. Chibi clenched her fists and sucked in a lungful of air.[/i] ?K! RUN! Get away!? [i]And she did, screaming and scrambling, her sneakers slipping on the sand. Through a haze of terrified tears, she ran for her backpack behind the stone wall, watching as Chibi stood up to a man that her fear had magnified into a giant. Dressed in dark clothes, in broad daylight, he hauled back and slapped her across the face so hard she felt her head nearly wrenched from her shoulders. Falling to her knees, she felt herself pulled up by the hair and struggled, even though the pain was blinding her. Scrabbling in her backpack, K found the knife she?d put in there this morning just for the hell of it. Never dreaming, never even thinking it could matter. She felt the cold steel in her palm, barely breathing, when the sound of the gunshot seared her eardrums, beating against them with a percussion almost too great to bear. K looked, her eyes wide with horror, the scene imprinted forever through her eyes. Her best friend falling, red blooming on her white blouse, her hair tangled in front of her face from where it had been pulled.[/i] ?Chibi!? [i]Sprawled in the sand, blood pouring from a shoulder wound, she clutched it desperately, eyes wide open and staring into the empty blue sky. The man dropped the gun, perhaps disbelieving what he?d done to a perfect stranger. But that hardly mattered to K. She ran, throwing herself at what she felt was certain suicide. The knife heavy in her hand, she pulled back and slammed it into his back with all of her strength, pulling down as she did. Hot blood on her face, covering her hands, her fingers slippery with blood that didn?t belong to her. K staggered back as the man slumped down, his life bleeding out fast, the knife still stuck in his spinal cord. Shuddering, suddenly exhausted, she fell towards Chibi, resisting the urge to throw her arms around her best friend. Chibi shivered, feeling her life drain away between her fingers, trying desperately to form words. K stroked her face, pressing back her hair, looking into her eyes desperately.[/i] ?It?s okay Chibi, everything?s fine.? ?....I know. ...it?s all fine now.? [i]Chibi smiled. A cracked expression, looking up at her best friend?s face. The blood mixing with the tears, streaking down her face, dropped onto her chest, even as she held back her own. No tears now. No time for that. No time for anything else. Have to say goodbye first. She lifted one hand, putting it on her friend?s own.[/i] ?See you again K.?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]But this still begs the question, how many people know who Lazarus was? I mean seriously. Who's read the gospel of Matthew anyway. But otherwise I like the idea quite a bit, like Almagest collides with Batman Begins and has a lovechild named Kensington.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]The first attack came shortly before dawn. It told me two things. One, the enemy was impatient enough to forget the shield I?d thrown up and secondly, they had no experience with my kind of magic. The ki bounced off of the shield immediately, rebounding on whoever had thrown it. While nobody besides perhaps Crystia and I were any wiser, I immediately jerked myself upright from bed, Gavin waking as I slammed my feet on the ground and threw on a loose robe. The window already partially open, I slipped out and stood on the ridge where I had originally cast the first spell. I looked up and saw the attacker flying back in retreat, partially on fire. Fortified, I put out both arms and reinforced the shield, adding wards this time. Not only would the rebound be a bitch, theoretically it would be enough to incinerate this time. I stood, feeling the tingling of the wards mixed with the hum of the shield and felt my husband?s hands engulfing my shoulders. I leaned back just a little, breathing in, and exhaling in time to him. He pulled my hair back from over my face and leaned down to kiss my cheek.[/i] ?So it?s started then?? ?They were just sending out feelers. I can have Crystia stay here with Kiwi and Sevara. The rest of us can go on the offensive.? ?Sounds like a plan. ...we?re letting Billy fight then?? [i]I turned back to look at him, putting my arms around his neck, giving him a look that I hope conveyed my feelings, even through empty eyes. He sighed and looked back towards the shield, invisible, but still easy enough to sense for anyone who had any experience around me. Gavin sighed to himself again and I smiled just a little, the corners of my mouth curling up. Even if I was a nursing mother, a stay at home mommy, I wasn?t above getting down and dirty to protect what was mine. I felt the hairs on my neck prickle and felt Gavin?s ki surge around him in a quiet flickering that felt like the aftermath of a thunderstorm. As we stood there, waiting for the next attack, Sikal and Neil, Andrew and Billy, slowly came up onto the roof to stand with us. Neil?s arms were crossed and he crouched down a little, his ki swirling around him in a chaotic tumble that I knew was his signature. Sikal?s power, while not quite the same, dragged around his limbs, centering at pressure points, hardly noticeable when you looked at him. Andrew and Billy stood together, their stances completely relaxed. Neil leaned forward a little, looking up at the same time.[/i] ?So what do you think they?ll do now?? ?They?ll wait for the sun, and then go on the offensive. Hopefully they?ll be as stupid as the last guy.? ?I thought I smelled burning flesh earlier.? [i]Andrew snorted derisively and I chortled like a mad ferret, feeling the flickering of magic around my forehead. Downstairs Crystia?s mind touched mine for an instant and I sent her a wave of thought, communicating wordlessly just the way she liked it. Power swirled around my body, throwing my tattoos into bright glowing relief. Just as they began to steam, the sun burst over the horizon, flooding us with light. Almost as soon as daylight broke, the second attack began. This time, a ball of concentrated ki hurtled in from the east, striking the shield and sending ripples as it was slowly absorbed. Neil began to laugh. A crazed sound, low and hoarse while the sound of wards being activated jangled in my eardrums. So far, all I could see and feel, warriors. Not human, not Saiya-jin. Ki users, the lot of them. Feeling the fight burning just behind my eyes, I howled aloud, feeling strangely fine. The sound, carried with it all the anger and rage I carried in me for my children?s sake. At the sound, the shield dropped and I shot upwards, the energy in my vision turning my eyes black, the halo of fire covering my head, fangs distorting my mouth. To my left and right I could feel Gavin and Neil, covered in ki, focusing their energy around their bodies. The first warrior swung an arm towards me, open palmed, aiming for my face. I let it come, feeling the burn of my skin, watching it glow red with heat. His skin seared from his flesh as the blow landed, and I caught his arm with fingers that had become claws, sinking in my talons until I felt them crushing against each other. Shrieking into nothing I rent him under my fingers, smelling his flesh char under my hands. Carrying his corpse, I dropped it beneath me in the field behind our house and landed just behind. Around me I could smell ki burning, see a flash of golden hair from the corner of my eye, and Sikal landed near me, bleeding just a little from a mouth wound and smirking arrogantly. His hair shimmered blonde, distorted in waves of energy and I chuckled.[/i] ?Having fun?? ?Loads.? [i]Gavin landed nearby, not gone past his limits just yet, the face of an enemy crushed in his hand. He looked over his shoulder and shot me look and I showed a flash of fangs under a haze of red, the ground underneath me crackling outwards in a ring. [/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[i][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]The pearly Maserati swung around the wide driveway to the valet parking, and a pair of the most luscious, gorgeous legs you ever saw came out from the back seat. They were followed by a red cocktail dress, dark auburn hair, a pair of luminous eyes. From the other side emerged another woman of equally stunning proportions, her body covered barely by a fold of silver fabric. The valets rushed to their sides, as one might imagine, and both made their way up the marble steps of the Lord’s House. Behind them, a dark gray Aston Martin DBS pulled up, and a handsome European male with a petite blonde on his arm, the blues of her dress standing in sharp contrast to his tuxedo. The light in the foyer was soft, appealing, making what was already beautiful appear even more pleasing to the eye. The one in red leaned forward towards the front desk, her smile almost coquettish. [/i] “Miss Grace, how pleasant to see you again. Would you and Miss Jae care for anything in particular this evening?” “Oh no, that’s quite alright. We’re here to meet Mr. Nigav.” “Of course.” [i]The two sailed in through the second pair of doors, leading into the main hall. Both disappeared quickly from view as the doors closed behind them. The blonde woman clung to the man’s arm, feeling the press of a silenced Walther PPK at his side.[/i] “Mr. Darren. A room for you and your companion?” “Yes please, as it’s convenient. We’ll just be going in.” [i]Nobody noticed their appearance, despite the particular loveliness of his partner, or the striking figure he made in his ₤5000 suit. The couple made their way to one of the upper tables, perhaps unaware that the two women who had entered previously had the same destination, but that was hardly an issue. Or perhaps it was. Mr. Nigav was sitting at one of the more quiet rooms, the blackjack dealer unobtrusive as he dealt with hardly a glance for was he was doing. In the almost murky light, his pale skin appeared almost translucent. His dark hair contrasted sharply with the bright red in his hands. The women Darren knew as Grace and Jae were perched on high stools, almost disinterested expressions on their faces, with Mr. Nigav between them. Their conversations was low, muttered almost, and while he couldn’t make out precisely what they were saying, their faces painted a rather bleak and dull picture of whatever it was they were discussing. Mr. Darren turned aside to craps table, the young African man pushing the dice to the woman on his right. Joining, putting down a certain amount of chips on the line, he kept one eye towards the women and Mr. Nigav, and the other on the game. His partner leaned closer to him, giving the appearance of one whispering a sweet nothing via her smile.[/i] “Do you want me to drift over later?” “Not unless they start to move. Just relax. Smile. You’re doing fine Beth.” [i]She smiled up at him almost limpidly, but he knew better. A very believable front from a rather good liar. One he’d trained himself to boot. As she rolled the dice across the table with a delicate flick of her wrist, she watched the women at the blackjack table. Grace looked bored, completely relaxed in her dress, wearing it like a second skin, while Jae watched the area around her from time to time, giving glance towards the craps table. If Beth didn’t know better, which she did, she’d say that Jae looked almost nervous. As she should be. Either way, it hardly mattered. Jae and Grace wouldn’t make it out of here alive. That much was guaranteed. Just when Darren and Beth were beginning to think that Jae and Grace would be content playing blackjack the entire evening, both stood and made their way towards the downstairs bathroom. Moving quietly, using a mildly talkative group of girls as a cover, Beth followed quickly after, not perturbing Mr. Nigav in the least. Downstairs, in the starkly, disturbingly clean marble bathroom, Beth washed her hands and spent perhaps too much time primping her hair, the bathroom door locked from the inside once she’d made sure that the three of them were the only occupants. She was just putting the finishing touches on her redone French knot when Jae and Grace both emerged from their stalls. Without a moment’s hesitation, Beth drew her gun from beneath her skirt and fired. Double tap to the chest for Jae and once in the forehead for Grace. The later fell quickly, a faint smile fixed on her face as she slumped down, the red of her blood flowing towards the curve of her neckline. Jae stumbled, bright red blood welling up between already crimson lips, and fell forward, face down. Beth took a quick step back, and replaced the gun underneath her skirt, high up in her garter. Then she washed her hands again, quickly, deliberately, and perfumed her wrists and neckline. Then she unlocked the bathroom door and slipped out, leaving the two women for someone else to find. The security cameras had already been looped to prevent them from noticing her. And upstairs, Mr. Darren watched Mr. Nigav relentlessly, surreptitiously. Beth lingered downstairs, blending in with a crowd around a roulette wheel, betting on the number 6. She waited patiently, and just as things were slowing down, and her second drink was finished, he came downstairs, straightening his bowtie as he saw her. Beth came right up to him with a smile, taking the arm he proffered with a toss of her head. Business concluded, the two stepped down to the lobby and waited for the valet to bring them their car.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I wouldn't strain yourself trying to claw off his face Eriju. Besides, until Vicky takes a firmer hand, or indeed any hand at all, I find that my interest in bothering with anything at all is totally gone. As in if I had my way I'd just axe out every bit of me, and then stab myself in the face. This probably has something to do with the fact that re reading my work makes me want to injure myself. Too bad I lent my good knives to a cholo down the hall in the dorms. Consider me axed.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Sabrina'][FONT="Tahoma"] Well traditionally a community is usually considered to be a group of people living in a common location who interact with each other. Usually it's a similar interest or relation that results in the contact. [/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh good god can you IMAGINE a house that had any number of OBers in it at the same time? I mean it's bad enough when I visit Shy. We usually end up walking his dog and talking about things normal people would avoid all together. What would it be like if all the women of Ob lived in a sorority style house or worse still... ...CO ED dorms. Of OB members. ....oh goodness. Anyway I don't think all online communities deserve to be called communities, but some do. And OB counts. ...mostly.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]You know.... ......that totally sounds like something I'd do. Except maybe not for a Klondike bar, since I'm going through a fruit bar phase...and they were cheaper. At least my parents won't be shocked or horrified when this reaches them in the news cycle. Only a couple problems with figuring out who was talking when near the end, but that's quite alright. I'll just muddle through and wring even more amusement out of this.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='DeLarge'][SIZE=1]For want of a better example, think [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_Enterprises#Batman_Begins"][B]Wayne Enterprises from Batman[/B][/URL], but much, much bigger, and spread further over the globe. I imagine there may be some less-than-legal activity going on behind the scenes as well. So, there will be a large number of different roles for people. So, as you can see, I've got a general idea of the internal structure of the corporation, but I'm still working on the central storyline. I hope I can do this swiftly enough to keep your interest! [/SIZE][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Trebuchet MS"]For some reason I thought Wayne Enterprises WAS globalized...as in during the movie when he was lifting some of his own product from China. Or do you mean further over the globe like in Siberia?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Aceburner']Instead it's a bizarre misdemeanor. I looked around for some obscure laws and found one that I just couldn't resist using. Expect the beginning up sometime this weekend.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Whenever someone uses the words 'bizarre' and 'misdemeanor' in the same sentence, I get a prickly feeling in the back of my throat. I think it's the part where I either laugh or cry. .......please tell me it isn't one of those things that you're embarrassed for your parents to read about in the newspapers.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Aceburner'] Raiha will be guilty of [I]something.[/I] You won't be killing Sabrina, though.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I can see the posters now. WANTED! Raiha! For everything! Anyone who gets this reference will get a free pass on Little Deaths or Grand Theft Otaku... [/FONT][/COLOR] [INDENT][FONT=Arial][COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1][align=justify][COLOR=DarkRed]Raiha[/COLOR], even though you basically have tenure here, please do not advertise your own projects in another person's thread; it's rather rude and detracts from the work and/or discussion. You have your signature for advertising as well, so there's really no reason to do it here. Also, neither this post nor your second one above added anything of value to the discussion. This is what is commonly known as 'spam', and you're old enough on the site to know not to do so. I'm leaving this for now, but anything further will be subject to the same deletion I'd show to anyone else. Thanks, and if you have any questions, my PM box is always open. –Allamorph[/align][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/INDENT]

[quote name='Sabrina'][FONT="Tahoma"]As one who has already committed so many crimes ,you my dear [I]Raiha[/I] are mostly likely in jail! Or at the very least it's someone else's turn to be the killer! So! I prefer to be murdered by someone other than Raiha thank you very much! Someone else deserves the spotlight! :D[/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Stuff and nonsense. I get away with [i]murder[/i] all the time. Not that I truly mind. I'd be a GOOD judge too. No swaying of opinions here! I don't think it's about deserving so much as it's about what would make more sense. Although I can think of a couple of people who could also be the killer.... .....*cough*[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]*sneaks off to wash the blood from my hands* Oh dearie me, perhaps I shouldn't have said that out loud.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Trebuchet MS"]If there's anyone doing killing on OB, it's me. Everyone's seen Little Deaths here right? I'm just a killer. A murderess. Mistress of mayhem and mischief. Destroyer of all that is good. That or I could be a judge. I mean I've only been here since the original OB went live and theotaku.com was still just Adam's little DBZ fansite.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Sounds charming in the least. I'd offer to collaborate with you, but I don't think I can say that out loud with a straight face. And then I could make another joke about my 'experience' but again. No poker playing for me. .......... .......... ......... So I hope you go somewhere with this and don't just stop with a first post after the auditions close.[/FONT][/COLOR]