Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]While he was getting dressed, Satell quietly redid her mussed hair. Not that she really cared, the sex was almost excellent....still needed a little work, but they'd have plenty of time to perfect that later. In the meantime, she ran the brush through, separated each strand and began rebraiding the miniscule locks of hair into separate strands, ending them with cowrie shells. When she finished that, Brant was dressed and decent once more. She came back in, and filed yet another paper she had written up after the sexual.....fufillment wasn't quite the right word. He turned and saw her leaning over, readjusting the straps of her weaponry and boots. The blush came once more, not as strong as the first time.[/i] "Are you embarassed by me?" "N-no...not anymore." "Good. I'll let you know, it's been a long timce since I've gotten any. You were a nice refreshment." [i]His mouth opened, and he was about to say something that would've probably made him look foolish, but she moved closer and put her arms around his neck.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]There is a man I know, And he taught me some things, Others I figured out, All on my own. All women are hoes, All men are animals, And we all desire power, To control our lives and the lives of others. That's his point of view, But mine is slightly..... Different from his, But he's older and maybe wiser. Women have very little power, On their own anyways, So they go after the men, That have the power. Men are easily manipulated, By the things that women, And only women can offer, So they give in. And our lives are a search, For happiness, The kind that will last, But the kind we can never really find. Not here and not now.[/color]

[color=royalblue]"I already called the coroner. Can't get any easier." "Well?" "We sit back and wait, or we set a trap. Which do you prefer?" [i]Her deathly smile froze the both of them in place. Then she turned and filed another paper into the large cabinets behind the desk. Then she swept up and opened the door again for the forensics team. They took the body away bagged it, and performed a late night autopsy. In the meantime, Satell had another team of workers repaint the walls and doors, then cleanse them of blood.[/i] "...simple." "What about a trap?" [i]She turned her gaze over to Zaraian, who had recovered somewhat, as Brant had. They both shrugged, and she rolled both eyes. Without another word she slowly began removing the straps of her weaponry, setting each down in a pile on the floor. Then, she slid off all her bracelets, jewelry, and trappings. Both of their jaws were slowly descending to the floor. Like her shirt and pants, and then her bra underneath.[/i] "....sex works."[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]The voice behind him stopped Brant short. The click of heels had come before he had had time to blink.[/i] "And you're lucky I'm not going to knock you out too." [i]He whirled around, to find her daggar at his throat. Both hands shot up and she planted her foot on the chest of the knocked out man and growled out the next words as he woke up. The man tried to move, but felt the boot slide down to his throat. Not only was the security officer's eyes blazing silver, she also looked seriously pissed.[/i] "....fighting over what?" "....That son of a bitch came up and started ordering us around!!! You gotta believe me Satell!" "That's Officer Megelani to you." [i]Her voice chilled them both, and the way her hand was resting on the hilt of her bloodsword was even more frightening. Her eyes were snapping with energy and Brant was starting to break into a cold sweat. She glared at them both, then took her foot off the fallen man's chest and stepped back, keeping her daggar in hand.[/i] "You shove off. And no more fighting." [i]Her warning echoed in their ears. Brant stood still, waiting for the other to depart. And he did quickly. Then her eyes turned to Brant.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]She sauntered away, boots tapping smoothly against the cold stone floor. It was an extremely sexy sound to him, having been off on his own for so long. Just the way she moved her body....visible through her very tight pants.....was tantalizing. Her calves were toned and muscled, but not heavily so, her hips wide and firm, but not plump, and her hair brushed her lower back silkily. He blinked several times before she turned a corner. As he did, he caught the glint of something silver in her hair and he rubbed his eyes. Then she was gone. While he recovered, another worker came up to him.[/i] "So...you met our resident security officer." "What?!?" "Yeah, that's Officer Megelani. ...she's one tough bîtch to crack." [i]He quietly absorbed this new piece of information, while Satell climbed the stairs to survey the incoming colonists and laborers. While the newcomer didn't offend her, he did make her wonder just what Earth was bringing over to her world. ......ah well, enough of that.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Name: Satell Megelani Age: 24 Description: see attatchment Personality: Calm, cool, a little on the detatched side, sarcastic, but all together a very decent person. She is loyal and dedicated, and is very enthusiastic about life and new beginings. Of course, nobody ever sees that side of her. Bio: Parents were killed in an accident at one of the Mars facilities, as both were scientists. They taught her everything just before there death, which makes her wonder just how accidental it was. But on the other side, she also knows extensive ammounts of knowledge on her weapons, the planets, astronomy, and also has a smattering of astrology in her. Alliance: Drifter Weapon: Bloodsword, daggar, and a few poisoned pins.[/color]

[color=royalblue]All I feel, Isn't all that bad, But they all don't know, Just how much it's all worth. As they come, Just as I wanted, I think as they wish, And know that as sure as I am. They will come, If they really want to, And then they will all know, What I feel is what they feel.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by lea2385 [/i] [B]i have to agree:) the song the country singer was talking about was one in some new cd he is putting out... [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]Ah yes, I saw it on sale today in a Fry's ad. If anyone does buy it....I'll be very impressed. One more thing, I heard very little about Bush's trip to Australia. Does anyone care to enlighten me about this? What exactly did he say?[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I can not love, Not the way they need, Not the way they want, And I won't change. No matter how much, You repeat those words, You repeat those lines, I can't be what you desire. Although I will be, You beloved elder sister, Your beloved caring mother, I can not be your lover.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Allow me to quote from my friend Klian's shirt. [size=3][font=gothic]Freedom Is A Myth.[/font][/size] And it is. Sadly. After 9/11, we gave up many of our so called rights. And in the words of my APS teacher, "We only have as much freedom as we let our government give us." When we are afraid, of terrorists, bombs, and whatnot, we give up some of our freedoms in exchange for security. Freedom of speech can make people afraid, threaten our "peace" and "order." Which is also bunk because although the world claims to love order, we thrive on chaos. We only have the power we don't surrender to the government and popular culture. I suggest we use what little freedom we have left before we lose it all and become mindless drones. Like I said, Freedom stretches as far as you can take it before someone else gets scared and makes it illegal.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The wounded Dragon in Zharra's arms shuddered and moaned. Zharra held him tightly, crouching behind the sturdy walls of the safe house. She fervently moved her lips, chanting the prayer for both the dead and dying. The woman of the house took the Dragon from her arms and laid him down on the bed. Asian herbalist at her best, she began the muddy process of removing bullet wounds, scraping the wounds clean, and generally making him hurt as little as possible. Zharra accepted the cup of tea they handed her, then changed her clothes back into fatigues. The children pressed their own weapons into her hands. Without warning, she found herself holding an M16 and several rounds of amunition. She blinked, then smiled and slung it over her shoulder.[/i] Zharra: Thanks darlings, but I don't think I'll need them. Child: I'm sure you will. Go on, we'll take care of him. He is our brother. Zharra: ...Yeah.....ta kids. [i]She exited and made her way back to the demolished building, to find what was left of her team.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She finished up her buisness, and ejected the CD. Then, true to her character, slashed it in two pieces with her knife. Then, perhaps as a sign of derision rather than professionalism, she slid it into the cracks of the floor and sealed them off with spare mortar, dirt, and dust. There was no way in bloody hell she was letting them have the thing for themselves to deconstruct and discover. Finished with that, she wrapped her sarong tightly around her body, opened the window, and slid down the drainpipe. The computer was turned off, all systems green. For now. She had just started moving downwards as the volley of gun fire began around Bailey, Katariana, and the wounded Dragon. As a reflex, rather than anything else, she drew her gun and aimed in the general direction of the violence. Several moans and a wild scream later, the shooting stopped, and Zharra sheathed her weapon after reloading. Bailey turned and looked at her.[/i] "You certainly took your time." "Go on in, their waiting for you. You to Katarina. I'll take care of him." "Yar, kill it." [i]Zharra's eyes flashed a brilliant golden hazel, and she picked up the wounded soldier gently.[/i] "I'm taking him to a safehouse. I'll be back later. And my radio's on, so knock yourselves out."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]That thing one of you said about making and breaking? It's true. So true, it really hurts. As some of you know, I just got out of an extremely destructive relationship with someone I thought loved me. Well, haha, I was wrong. He was desperate for love, and when the oppertunity to have sex with me arose, he took the chance. And after reality finally hit me, I started to wonder what would happen if I got pregnant? This worried me, that and the fact that my parents were asking questions about my personal life, and the way my body was changing. Of course, I told my parents everything, curse me for being a completely honest person, and my boyfriend couldn't hack it. I couldn't stand being around him when I thought about what he had pressured me into doing, so we broke up. He begged me to take him back, even used the sex we had had as an exucse. I was firm, he relented, and cursed me before going away. And now, even though I'm not pregnant, I can't help but imagine what it would've been like if we had not slept together. Recently, he confessed that the only reason he slept with me was to get me back, as he saw me drifting from him. It hurt. Really it did. So yes. In conclusion, girls, screen your guys, get out of the relationship before it gets out of hand. Know what you're doing, and for god's sake, don't let them pressure you into sex.[/color]

[color=royalblue]She's a strung out artist, All cute and perfect, But only in the eyes of her peers, And maybe enemies. When she closes the doors, All the stops are pulled, And she cries alone in her room, For lack of what she needs. Only she can't tell, What it is that she needs, But maybe it's best, If she doesn't know. Her friend is there, The breakup is over, And another soul cares for her as well, She has hope. But still she sits, And waits for the day, When the dark eyes turn, To be with her forever.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Oh, so I do have a role either way. Okay. I'll deal. You guys attack, I do the subterfuge thing, import the programs, play stupid, and then kill a few of my own. Wheee! ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]She moved slowly through the back alleys and sideways, changing her outfit as she walked. On the way, she paused at an old friends house, dropped off her fatigues, and completed her outfit. Then, armed for the battle, clothed in her only armour, she continued moving. They greeted her at the door and she moved upwards through the halls without a single qualm. The attack wouldn't be until she had finished the majority of the import. She hoped. Without thinking, she turned on the computer and began the downloading programs. The Triad were leaving her alone, as she had requested earlier. Good. All the better to cheat the program codes with my dear.[/i] ".....simple creatures are the easiest to manipulate."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Several things. One: What is TUN? Am I being slow or did I miss a memo? Two: Did anyone catch the part about the trade with the Triad? Zharra gives them the Rhambus software, and they give her Bradley? .......eh.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena licked her lips, savoring the taste of blood and bile. The others blinked and stared at her like she had grown another head. She shrugged and shook herself, splattering the ground with entrails and such.[/i] Alaris: You're insane. Rena: I resemble that. And although I can be savage, I'll thank you to remember that I defend my own. Crystal: ...yeah, explains the childcare system. Rena: It's simple. They infiltrate, that's a threat. You go after my children, I break your neck. Ben: Strong protection instincts, it all evens out. Rena: That, and I have bloodlust. [i]Her smile was wicked and she cleaned her claws off and her thick coat by rolling several times. Then she stood, shook herself again and cleaned her paws.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Dance with me, Sing with me, Stop with me, Romance me. I love you, But not just for you, To be with you, To desire something of you. Not really sex, Not really love, Not really romance, But maybe just being there is enough. To not have to be singled out, But be your friend, Make you feel loved, And not conventionally. That's good enough for me, And by you own admission, That's sure as hell good enough, For you.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena caught the first two, tearing down their limbs and ripping apart their throats with the savage pride of her kynn. From a full out run, she leapt on top of them, claws snicking open and burying themselves deep in their backs. It forced them down onto their stomachs, and she rolled them over with her thick paws. They looked up in horror, the last thing they saw, her huge claws flashing out to score their jugular veins. The two humans clutched their torn necks desperately, mouths open wide, eyes squinching shut in pain. Then she turned and raced back where she came from, her ears rotating for any other sounds. As she ran, she threw back her head and screamed. Bear heard and carried out his role perfectly. Their bodies were taken to the deep storage chambers for further inspection. In the meantime, she heard the full out scream of a human being slain, and then a dull thud. She smiled grimly and kept on running. Ben was staring into the tunnel, and she heard it.[/i] Rena: Aw shit. Ben: They just keep coming back.... Rena: .....damn damn damn. Ben: The humans? Rena: The situation is under control. [i]She smiled once more and flashed feral teeth. The fighting had gotten her blood up and running. She was having fun. Rena realized that it had been awhile.......and she was enjoying herself. The scorpions advanced, she went into a full on crouch.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"Ah, but he's not quite as easy to manipulate when he's awake." [i]The only other female present looked at her like she was absolutely insane, then shook her head, seeing Zharra's grin. She rolled her eyes.[/i] "You're incorrigable." "No, I'm irresistable." [i]The two laughed pleasantly. Rae noted that while she was like Jaudiar in many ways, she was still definetly her own person. For one thing, she was definetly more relaxed....and open. She kind of appreciated that after working for Liam for so long.[/i] "And egotistical." "Can I help it if the Triad hitmen love me?" [i]She winked and headed out the door, towards what she knew was not her final destination. Rae peered after her.[/i] "Be safe." "Aren't I always?"[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Who now considers the flowers? Blooming in light, Beneath the deciduous, And the green sward. Or the children? That dance here, Their hands and feet so small, And gentle to the touch. We have faster lifestyles, But shorter tempers, We never take the time, To stop and consider what is simple and short-lasting.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her spirit flared like a beacon, and she turned her head in Liam's direction. Bailey put her hand on Zharra's shoulder.[/i] "What is it?" "Liam's burning." [i]She pushed Bailey's hand away absentmindedly and walked back to where Liam was. She could feel something tearing away at his soul. Jaudiar had mentioned it to her a long time ago but it was still there. And she supposed it would be there, the memories. And no way to escape. Why? She stood in the doorway, unmoving, not speaking, just watching his chest heave with restrained emotions. And then she saw his eyes flicker up to her, and his hands grip the handle of his Desert Eagle. Zharra snarled at him and gripped her own weapon as well.[/i] "....stand down Liam." ".....why have you come back?" "I can't be paused forever. I have responsibilities to the organizations I promise my skills to. And so do you." [i]She held up a single disk and tossed it at Liam.[/i] "There's the system I'm importing onto the SYF computers. And this...." [i]Zharra pulled out another, that was identical, save for the letters RMBS etched into its cover.[/i] "Is the exact same system I'm importing onto the Triad computers. Only one difference." "And that is?" "One is pure, the other is corrupt."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]My grandmother, Aunt and Uncle, and probably a few other cousins had to evacuate their houses. Lake Arrowhead is in deep ****. All those dying trees are just begging to be ravaged. It sucks really. Considering one of them was started by a punkass pyromaniac arsonist. Damn.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Congratulations, you get a cinammon flavorted cupcake for your skills. *uncerimoniously stuffs it into your mouth* WHEHEHEHEHE.[/color]

[color=royalblue]I can't smile, I can't touch you, Hold your hand, Even talk to you now. They say you're wrong, The bad guy, Even a bastard for doing this, But I don't mind. Really I don't, Becasue if I did, Ah what the hell, So it does bother me. And I cry sometimes, When I hear you say things, That you never said, Before I broke it off. Like how the sex was great, But a way for you to get me back, And I don't like that, I felt used. And you had to leave, So I hung up, And cried hard, Because I was so angry. And now, After cooling down, I'm no longer angry, Because I am. I didn't cut myself, I didn't scream, Nor kill someone, Like I really really wanted to. Instead I covered myself, With tears and blood, Then waited a time, And washed myself clean. We are friends, But distant, And cooler, That's life.[/color]