Raiha

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Pending in the sense of I can only pray yours doesn't disappoint. Of course if it does we can always do a public crucifixion.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="darkorchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]The following characters hare been accepted, however even if you were, there is no true guarantee your character will survive until the end of this story. Don't feel bad, death is a good thing. Also, if you were not accepted, fits about your lack of inclusion will not be tolerated. You may PM me to ask for an explanation but may not necessarily get the answer you wanted. [CENTER][b]The Brotherhood of Eternal Repose[/b] Heir Apparent: Ginling Ling-Sum as "The Silver Fairy" NPC: Sen, Ling-Sum's maidservant NPC: The Bear General Ginling Xia-Liu [b]The Sisterhood Of The Serpent[/b] Liu Fenghui as "Jade Servant of the August Personage" Lady Mu-Rong Zhenzhen as "Lady of A Hundred Paces" Male Prostitute: Gan Xingba as "Jade Serpent" Male Prostitute Fei Xen as "Black Claw" Madam Yang Meili "Yellow Plum [b]Free Agent[/b] Mercenary Fei Wo Han as "The Crimson Steed" Half Breed Gabriel Yu [b]Officer Of The Law, SFPD[/b] Detective Lieutenant Sebastien Bastien" Besson[/CENTER][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Starting Monday, the Sleepers will officially begin, however sign ups will remain open as inclusions into the story at later dates are not entirely impossible. Plus, they make perfect sense in context when explained properly. Business trip, jail time, etc. And even if you are already signed up, you don't have to start out at the same time or place as other characters. How lucky you are. Look to the Underground thread to see if your sign up was in fact accepted.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='chibi-master']They sell those things in my school's vending machines, I think... I always thought they were just regular juice in tall-ish aluminum cans...[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Actually it's juice, just with carbonation too, so I recommend them unless you have a sweet tooth. Although they've come out with this like... ...Birch... flavor. I have no idea what it's like. But I do like grapefruit flavor too Sara. But Pomegranate is just too sour.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I drink Izze, that fruity carbonated drink that is tangy rather than sweet. Comes in a glass bottle or sometimes aluminum, pairs well with...burritos from Chipotle, and doesn't have any sugar in it at all. I like the Blackberry flavor.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]*slinks away to go die*[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Bouncy bimbo is one thing, but such a personality better have a layer of cunning underneath. People that don't have much in the way of higher brain function will be slated to die off very quickly. But again, the biggest problem remains ethnicity. A Japanese cop in a Chinese neighborhood would be shot and quietly disposed of in the nearest container of lye.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I have to confess, my socks are not thus far rocked. More like graveled. First off, I thought I was rather clear on the part where this story is a focus on Chinese gang life, and a Japanese character makes no sense. The only reason Gavin is moonlighting the less hot brother of Jason Statham is because he asked me first. Also, there is a dichotomy between her professions. I seriously doubt, even in the future, that police officers can also be swimsuit models. In fact, it seems ridiculous, even to my thoroughly modern sensibilities.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]First, thank you for the spreadsheet. Everyone double check. If you're wrong, secret zombie ninjas will kill you in the opening post. Secondly, play nice. I'm sure you boys with the killer crazy man hos can figure out a happy medium to avoid overlap. Plus you two look nothing alike, which helps. Of course you two could do the Zoolander equivalent of a showdown. My character would get a big old laugh out of that.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="times new roman"]So in totally unsurprising news, Venezuela's loud mouthed jerk of a president has accused the US of occupying Haiti under guise of rendering aid in time of crisis. France has done the same thing, presumably to direct attention away from the fact that their country has given significantly less in the way of fiscal support. Is there any merit to this accusation? Tell me precisely how does one render aid to a country without actually going there to make sure the logistics are taken care of? There's no real government in place at the second next to a cheap pathetic excuse for martial law, and there's no real system set up to give out what people need the most. Food, medical supplies, fresh water, medicine. So how would it be helpful if the US just sent money, with of course most of it being embezzled by corrupt politician...[/FONT][/COLOR] [URL="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/centralamericaandthecaribbean/haiti/7020908/US-accused-of-occupying-Haiti-as-troops-flood-in.html"]UK Telegraph: France to US: YOU'RE ALL OCCUPYING POWER HUNGER JERKS![/URL]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]It certainly is original. Granted your nickname isn't, but I'll forgive you purely because your character's pictures were just oh so edible.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Mine is more of a purse, and I adore it. People always ask me questions about it, and I'm happy to say that it's both Japanese, and leather. His name is Owen. [IMG]http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb291/yukatawarehouse/Bodyline/RabbitBag.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='CaNz']all my life... and yet this is the first time i found a girl with that discription. Its so hard to find a woman with nipple bombs these days.:animesigh[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"] I actually thought it was a piercing.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[URL="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100107/pl_nm/us_security_airline_airports"]New Link[/URL] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]New pictures released. They look like bad CGI from the 90s. Is this pronz?[/FONT][/COLOR] [IMG]http://www.drudgereport.com/sscan.jpg[/IMG]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Actually I breezed through airline security when I was coming back from the Philippines into Hawaii, and Hawaii into California. For one, at the airports I went through in the US, I did not in fact get groped by a woman [or even a man]. When I first traveled to Heathrow, and I was actually old enough to qualify as a homicidal maniac in my own right, I was happily rubbed down by a woman old enough to collect Social Security had she been a US citizen. In Manila International, I was groped at every possible opportunity, my bags were passed through scanners that too so long I was pretty sure they'd become permanently lodged in the machine, and the same thing happened in Hong Kong as well as interior China. And while people might complain about a 'pat' down in the US, I can safely say other foreign countries have no qualms about giving your reproductive organs a quick squeeze. Every time I get lonely for some burgeoning intimacy, I just travel international. And while I don't get my balls squashed by an airline attendant the way my dad and male cousins do, I DO get my breasts felt up just in case I'm smuggling explosives in my padded underwire bra. And they complain about a touch free device? PAH! [/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well if we don't let members use other members' photos without permission, no matter how much we hate them... [spoiler]RickHunter[/spoiler]..... I guess the White House has a point, for once.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'm like EVA! I can't proceed without a... [SIZE="10"]Directive![/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [IMG]http://x00.xanga.com/8d5f4660d2d34238299545/z188416665.jpg[/IMG]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]Sunfall threw back her head and laughed as if she hadn't a care in the world, which to be honest, she hardly did. Any problems she did have would be soon remedied. Her dearest husband was sitting across the table from her, a glass of a rather good merlot in one hand and her left hand in the other. The two were celebrating their sixteenth anniversary and Sunfall had just received word from a confidential source on her husband's repeated indiscretions. Normally, with him as a high profile, world famous cellist, she would hesitate to act on any suspicions, but they had also just celebrated their son's second birthday. She would have to act quickly in order to ensure that their little Ace wouldn't remember his father and thus spare him any lasting emotional trauma. The last thing she wanted would be for him to turn out to be some kind of sick pervert like her husband apparently was. Oh wait no, was-band. She might as well get in the habit. And when Chief of Police Desbreko showed up, she would have to be careful to refer to him in the present tense. Only the guilty spoke of their loved ones in the past. She had laid everything out to make a clean killing. Their downstairs laundry room had been covered entirely in plastic sheeting, making it in effect one large plastic bubble. Her machete from their trip to the Philippines had been freshly sharpened and was resting next to her plastic rain coat in the washer room. In fact, everything was perfect. Sunfall was mentally congratulating herself on the way she'd thought everything through and also thanking her husband's addiction to CSI and Dexter for giving her such good ideas. So lost in reverie she was, she almost missed his next comment and had to fall back on the phrase that never fails to smooth over a lapse in conversation.[/i] "Yes darling, you're absolutely right." [i]Rach tilted his head to one side and then smiled blandly, moving on. Finally, as the meal was finished, Sunfall stood up, beginning to clear the table. Figs with paper thin slices of ham, rotini with alfredo sauce, grilled chicken, and pine nuts. It was a mild exaggeration to say she had surpassed herself, but Rach believed she had, so she let him compliment her lavishly. As she put away the leftovers to take in to work the next day, Rach came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest. Nuzzling the soft spot of her neck he kissed his way up to her earlobe and began nibbling. Sunfall demurred, knowing that would only frustrate and please him at the same time. She pushed back gently, turning to face him.[/i] "But dearest, the dishes..." "The dishes can wait." [i]He kissed her on the lips this time, and Sunfall acquiesced, thinking about the other lips his had touched and how much younger and prettier they'd been. Not worn out and slightly stretch marked from giving birth to the flesh of his flesh. Stifling the urge to crack his head against the wall, which would've left an ugly concave mark, she instead pulled him against her and backed up against the wall, working their way down the hallway. Her final destination was the laundry room, which was fortunately on the way to the staircase, and as he began working off her frilled blouse, knowing he was not paying attention to anything else in the least, she opened the door behind her back with one hand and pulled him into her kill room. In one quick motion she snatched up the paperweight from his office desk and bashed him against the head with it, knowing the blow wouldn't kill him, only incapacitate him so she could take the proper time to decapitate him. As he fell to the floor, she began shedding clothing until she was quite naked, setting it outside the plastic covered room so it wouldn't get messy. Locking the door behind her carefully, Sunfall returned to the business at hand, pulling on the yellow raincoat she had laid out earlier in the day. While she wasn't worried about bloodstains on her skin, she was nothing if not habitually neat. Picking up the machete, she turned to her now completely helpless was-band and brought her weapon down in one smooth stroke, as decisively as if she had been simply cutting a watermelon in half. The spray of blood that rose up to meet her was incredibly robust, covering up a goodly portion of her face, hands, and raincoat. With one blow she had almost entirely severed his head from his body and it took only a couple more quick slashes to finish things up.[/i] "Goodbye dearest. I hope you're just now meeting the Devil himself." [i]As soon as he had finished draining, she began pulling down her plastic wrappings, and along with her raincoat, bundled everything up into the super strength Hefty bags she had bought especially for this. With cash of course. Putting away the machete in the closet after it's bleach bath, she showered quickly, scrubbing herself with a solution of one part bleach to five part's water and then rinsing again. Lemons followed this, and then she redressed herself and put on her watch. Just as she was putting the garbage bags into the trunk of her SUV, her watch beeped and she quickly opened the garage door and backed out the vehicle. Ace was waiting at the babysitters, and she didn't want to be late. She would store Rach's body in the dumpsters halfway across the city on the way. [/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]On the radio this morning they said such scanners were in the US too, but I didn't want to really listen to people whine about me posting an article from FOX news. Anyway I remember this being discussed in my Science, Technology, and Ethics course in college two years ago. The professor was convinced the scans bordered on indecent exposure/pornography and in her words: "Sexual perverts who like little children will get jobs at these airline security places just so they can get off." I have no idea just how paranoid that is, but she has a little girl. Then again, she's also turned on by brains in jars [don't ask]. Go figure.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Due to recent Nigerian crotch bomber's failed attempt to light more than just his reproductive organs on fire with explosives, scanners at airlines are now including full x-ray style pictures. This, shockingly, has ruffled the feathers of moralists around the country[s]? Does this mean that children that are scanned produce pictures of them naked? I don't think so. The images aren't detail friendly and more or less are so benign I can show them to my grandmother and my five year old sister without having to explain what a penis is. Is this overly invasive? Is there any threat to be concerned about? Are we overreacting? [URL="http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2010/jan/04/new-scanners-child-porn-laws"]The UK Guardian's Article[/URL] [/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='chibi-master'].......That's a crime? Huh. *puts down geese*[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]On this one planet, it's the sole form of recreation.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I am not thrilled with this version of Poccahantas with guns. This might be because as a writer, english major, goddess of words [sigh], I found the story derivative, pedantic, and otherwise as unoriginal as they come, only worse, because it's James Cameron and I expected better. Instead surprise surprise, the villains were corporate villains from hell. Oh yes and the military. They're evil too.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well, my original assessment was so wrong that I have to post about what really happened. Which to be honest isn't so bad. Although at the time I was remarkably miserable. I changed my outfit three times from not casual to casual because I couldn't breathe in the turtleneck that shrunk in the wash. I ended up looking like some kind of insane French photographer without a camera and cigarette. Knee length boots, khaki pants tucked into them, trench coat and brown long sleeved t-shirt. So we showed up at a warehouse party that was shut down by the fire marshals. Just as we got into the line. And I was particularly mad about this because I had found great parking, and as we all know, when you find good parking in a heavily crowded city setting, it's something to relish. Instead my boyfriend dragged me on a wild goose chase through the city while I DROVE! IN A STICK SHIFT! UP HILL AND DOWN HILL! You could say I became mildly hysterical about the whole thing and would've crashed my car into the nearest boat but we had a passenger and I liked her. Killing redheads is bad luck. We ended up at Pier 39 eating pretty good seafood and clam chowder in sourdough bread bowls. Then we walked to the pier to watch the fireworks and five minutes before the new year I sprouted a spectacular bloody nose which I quickly caught with napkins. This went on right up until the end and stopped just in time, which I am going to take as a good omen. We saw about 90% of the fireworks due to fat tall college boys standing thoughtlessly in front of us, and that was actually worthwhile. Then my boyfriend was obliged to pay 40 dollars for 2 hours of parking. The End.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Boo'][font=lucida fax]"Twenty ten" sounds extremely awful.[/font][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]But just think. We can all pretend it's some kind of cool police abbreviation for like some sort of awesome crime. Like... goose juggling.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][B]Time for another Little Death's thread. And by another, I mean the second one ever. For those who are too lazy to look up the original Little Deaths, it's a chance for you to orchestrate the death of a member of this forum, or possibly yourself. You post 2-10 bulletpoints of what you want the death to include; decapitation, iambic pentameter (NOT HAPPENING), haiku's, Nazi's, a giant robotic clam, etc. And then I do all the hard work and spew out the horror and death. This is your chance to get back at the guy who wouldn't internet-date you. Go crazy.[/B] [i][b]To warm things up, I'll start with a suicide. Which for the record counts. The title has Death [Tod], not necessarily murder.[/b] She should've thought about the consequences before taking the chocolate. Should've just said no. But like the millions of other kids who just couldn't, she'd said yes. And now she was on her knees in front of a window looking down at the 200 foot drop wondering if death by fall was as bad as the movies made it look. Raiha could remember those times that she'd run when she should've stayed and faced the music and strangely, such things mattered more to her now that she was dreaming of her own quiet darkening instead of taking brutal angry revenge. The Raiha of the past would've gotten both hand's bloody and been cut down to die at the feet of her enemy, but that Raiha was dead. All violence and hatred had been sapped from her. Scorched out with brutality and unspeakable violence. Months in a desperately depressing hotel room with no exit and no way to refuse the people that came to her with a lick and a promise. And now the window was looking better and better. In fact, it was starting to look like a golden shiny window of hope. It was petty, superficial, but Raiha didn't want to die looking like the burned out beat up piece of human flotsam that she was. A quick shower under water so cold it burned her skin. A brush of blusher across the cheeks. Mascara, pink and purple tones of eyeshadow, and dark lipstick. She combed her hair with her brush instead of her fingers, and plaited it into a half braid so the rest hung down around her shoulders. She unwrapped the damp towel from her waist and out of sheer force of habit, hung it up on the rack in the bathroom not big enough to swing around a coat hanger in. The weather was beautiful. The rising sun was a sliver of light between the two buildings closely spaced together. The fog was dense, but not so dense it blocked out the orange light. And quite honestly, the temperature was perfect. She could stand up and stretch at the window and then finally rolled up the blinds for the first time since she'd been shoved in here. For a moment she wondered why there were no bars across the windows and then wondered why she hadn't thought about it before. But all that faded into the background as she unhooked the old latch and pushed the window up. A cool breeze swept in, ruffling her hair and raising gooseflesh on her exposed skin. A brief thought of guilt. Then Raiha leaned forward and tipped herself into nothing. The breeze was gentle, the cold was numbing and soothing at the same time. Raiha thought about steam rising from the surfaces of the street. The way her fingernails glistened in the still burning streetlights, and that wonderful rushing sense of flight. If it had been a noir film, feathers would've been falling with her body and someone that cared about her would've been screaming hysterically reaching out both arms from the window she'd chosen as her place of exit. Instead a hardened bitter face looked down onto the streets. Then he slammed the window shut, drew the blinds and yanked on the curtains and then turned back to walk towards the door. He grabbed the frightened girl that had been waiting in the hallway and shoved her into the room, slamming the door behind her. As she flew towards the place she'd just come through she heard the lock click from the outside and sank to the floor, her fingers grasping at the cheap shag carpet, her breath catching in her throat.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]