Katana

[color=royalblue][size=1]Must...post... ----------------------------- The Korean girl had left. Cainan had left. Maya, Jordan, and Joei were silent. Nyx was as well, until she walked over to a group of study tables and [i]fwamped[/i] onto the top of one of them. "...Ow." "That's what ya get, genius," Joei said, shifting his eyes to look at Nyx. In return, she stared back. "The wood spirit wanted me to do it," she retorted quickly, trying to think of something that might freak Joei out. ((OOC: Wagh, can't type...)) "He was haunnnnting meeeee..." "Lay off," Joei snapped in reply. "There's nothing there; cut it out." "Hmmph. Fun-stealer." "Brat." "Mewh!!!" Nyx stuck her tongue out at Joei's turned back. [i]Hmph. Fun-stealer.[/i] Suddenly forgetting the entire incident, she closed her eyes and was about ready to fall asleep. The blackness of her covered eyes was immense. Nothing but black wherever you looked. There was no escape from it, and yet, no need to run from it. The wisdom of video games had taught her that the closer one gets to light, the greater the dark becomes. A pair of diamond-shaped, turquoise eyes fizzled onto the scene, and moved with the movements of Nyx's pupils. Even in the darkness.... Suddenly, the eyes plunged forward, slamming into the freshman and sending her flying off the table, slamming into a bookcase. Luckily, it didn't tip over. "...Ow," she mumbled, opening her eyes and rubbing her head. Upon seeing the bug-eyed looks from Jordan and Joei, she grinned sheepishly. "Hurts a lot." Maya shook her head, smiling slightly. Could've been killed...and yet, went down with a grin. ---------------------------- Nope, I don't mean for Joei to be the sworn-enemy-of-DOOM! of Nyx. Nope. Uh-uh. No way. Nein. *gets shot* ...Ow.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Okay! *smacks fist into palm* ------------------------------------ Nyx tossed the neon ball into the air where it hovered for a brief second before she swung and hit hard. The tennis ball went flying into the opposite court and slammed into the ground before the girl could get it. "Aaaaannnnnddd...point for me!" Nyx gleemed happily as the tennis ball [i]pinged[/i] against the chain link fence. The girl made an aggrivated look. "Thanks for practicing some rounds with me," the girl replied, re-taunting her ponytail. "See ya on Monday." "Yeah. See ya." Nyx handed the tennis racket to the girl and walked off the courts. She wasn't on the tennis team - she couldn't, her parents were rather paranoid about a girl in sports, no matter which sport - and didn't have much of a relation with any of the players anyways. Nyx swung open the door and walked down the hallway, hitching her backpack up higher on its one shoulder support. She stopped suddenly upon hearing voices. "Hey. My name's Joei." "Hey," a male voice replied, and Nyx immediately recongnized it as Jordan - a boy two years older than her. He was always giving the freshman girls those flirty glances... "You interested in this too?" a female voice asked. Nyx couldn't see a thing, obviously, for a wall was obstructing her vision. Obviously. "Ghosts?" There was a pause. "I guess." Nyx perked up. "Freaking ghosts! Awesome!" "...Is there someone in the hallway?" Jordan wondered, and Nyx clasped a hand to her mouth. Ah damn damn damn... "HELLO!" she bellowed instead, bouncing into view of the library. The girl raised her eyebrows, Joei cocked his, and Jordan was grinning sheepishly. "Hey, a young girl..." he muttered to himself cheerfully, luckily out of earshot from the rest. "...Ghosts, eh?" Nyx quickly interjected at the rather chilling silence. "Spirits and little eyes wandering around the place, correct?" She smiled. "Nyx, by the way." ---------------------------------- Yay, I posted! Woooh...>.>[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue][b]Name:[/b] Nyx Amara [b]Age:[/b] 14 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearence:[/b] Attachamento! [b]First Encounter:[/b] At the age of ten, Nyx was playing in her backyard, just climbing a tree and having fun. She carefully stood on one of the branches and was able to overlook yard, but she lost her grip and began tumbling and crashing down the tree. Suddenly, a shadowed arm grabbed her waist and hauled her back up onto safe zone in the tree. Nyx stared at the trunk, where nothing but a shadow appeared. Staring deeply at the tree, a pair of yellow eyes flashed at her, but in an instant, they were gone. [b]Personality:[/b] Nyx is generally in a good-nature, cracking jokes at weird times and seeing the bright side of things. However, if something gets her mad, she is [i]pissed[/i] and will not quit until the wrong is righted. Because of this, she is often in the Guideance Consoler's office, who is scolding her for wasting her intelligence by being such a punk. Let's see if this works...[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]...Yuri? You know what that is? It's those girlXgirl things. >.> So I'm taking it upon myself and re-naming him Yori. Hope ya don't mind. (I was thinking about this in science class - you know, when I should've been paying attention but was drawing instead.) ----------------------------------- "Kuru, he's a retarded donkey is what," Katana said as she popped her head into the room. Jase tore upwards, knocking Kurumi flat to the floor, and attempted to pummel Katana. "AHHH!!!" she screeched. "SCARY MAN! SAILOR SCOUTS, ASSEMBLE!" Yuka, Kurumi, and Yuki suddenly popped up and tore Jase off Katana. Then each of them took a turn and hurt him in some way - whether by dark discs, or some tornados, light spheres, or water jets. In the end, Jase was pretty beaten up. "I could never do that..." he muttered before passing out. "Must've had too much sake," Kurumi said cheerfully. "Let's go and scare villagers!" "Okay!" Yuka and Katana agreed happily, skipping after Kurumi. Yuki groaned and followed, knowing she would end up just like Jase if she didn't oblige. "LET'S SING!!!" Katana yelled, breaking out in a parody of "We Didn't Start the Fire". Somehow, Kurumi and Yuka were able to join in. [i]Rurouni Kenshin, seven kids, back in time, strip-bon bids, Kaoru's riceballs, Sano's fists, Yahi-ko's tantrum fits Swords n' stuff, hacked-off heads, Kat can cook, Tomo's fed Kaz and Kuru, Kit-Amaya, the rest are all left out Saladin, Jase, Yasuhiko, Yori All these dudes, old to us, but all of them - pretty hot Squeaky hammer, train ride, Kaz went on de udder side Aconite, Sicarius, both of them - paranoid[/i] Yuki sweatdropped, and sweatdropped some more as the three kept singing. She couldn't believe they were able to figure out lyrics right on the spot like that. Sorta like stand-up comedians. But in their jokes, people usually ended up unconscious. "LET'S EAT SOME BEEFIE THINGIES!!!" the three crazy musketeers shrieked, knocking Yuki to the ground as the trampeled to the restaurant. She groaned. "You're paying..." ----------------------------------------- We Didn't Start the Fire. Woah, am I outta it...[/size][/color]

[color=royalblue][size=1]WAGGH! THOSE ARE AWESOME!!! *glomp* Thanks a ton Boo! ^^ Yeah, I find it hard to use real objects in a graphic project. They're usually so outta place... *glomp glomp*[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Yos! ^.^ After buying a nine dollar T-shirt and leaving three bucks to my name, I've been inspried to request some stuff. For the banner, I would like it to have some sorta multi-shade of blue for a background, with the words: Without the band, it's only a game. And you can creative, and change font sizes 'n stuff, since that's all that's gonna be on the banner. XD For the avi, I would very much appreciate it if you can have an OBOE - not a bassoon, or a clairnet, and then, my name. So in conclusion: Banner -> Multi-blue background, "Without the band, it's only a game" Avi -> An oboe with "Katana" on it. Thankies folks...now I gotta go do science homework. >.>[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Ahh...*sigh* RK wasn't deemed nifty. I had this nasty feeling that it wouldn't... WAGGH! I was quoted! XD And I think I was the only one who mentioned Otaku Hollow.

[size=1][color=royalblue]So...Tomo got outside, eh? >.> ------------------------------------ "Ready steady can't hold me back, ready steady give me good luck, ready steady never look back, let's get started....READY STEADY GOOOOOOO!!!" "SHUT UP!" Kit's voice called from the dining area in the dojo. "SCREW YOU!!!" Katana screeched back. She shuffled from the hallway to the courtyard, and was nearly blinded by the full moon. "Oooomph...it's like coming out of that movie last year and dieing of natural light..." She wandered around in circles, going around the same spots over and over again. "Wheee...lalala...spin around..." "Perhaps...that's the key word." Katana stopped suddenly and shot her eyes to the roof. She could make out the silhoutte of the top of somebody's head, but she couldn't quite make out who. "Okkkkaaaay...now's time for mesa to play rock climber! Wheeeee!!!" With a pause, she added, "And scare the shit outta Kuru!" Katana ran silently to a corner between a wall and a wall. Two crate boxes were tucked perfectly in the crevice. She hopped up on the boxes and jumped, catching the edge of the roof and hauling herself up. She was now very, VERY glad Saladin had been her ancestor - inherting his arm muslces was great. "Now I've gotta be very careful..." Katana whispered, army-crawling her way to the peak of the roof. Kurumi could've sensed her presence. "So why don't you come back?" Kurumi's voice said softly. "I...dunno," Kaz replied. "Nobody but you seems to want me back." "That's...not so true anymore. At least..." "What is it?" "Kenshin is forgiving. He wouldn't be too keen at first, but he can hardly hold a grudge against someone like us. Sano probably doesn't care. And earlier, Katana semi-agreed -" "Semi-agreed? When I proded her mind during dinner, I could sense her agreeing with me that we've all killed somebody. So..." "...Yuki doesn't care anymore. Kaz, we really want you back." Katana sighed quietly, and carefully slid backwards. Unfortunately, she ended up stumbling on the edge of the roof and falling backwards off the roof, landing on the boxes on her back. "HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!"[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]I'm not a bastard, you know...-.- -------------------------------------- Sitting quietly, chewing her riceball and ignoring the taste (perhaps because she had wrapped the entire mess in nori?), Katana wandered over her thoughts. [i]*sigh*...I didn't mean to be so rude to Kurumi...but Kaz did kill a person without provacation.[/i] A voice suddenly entered her head. [i]"Hey, hippocrit. Remember what happened when we first got here? We all killed at least one guy. And we've killed bandits, and pretty much countless others."[/i] "Kaz," Katana grumbled under her breath. Nobody took notice to this. [i]Awight, bandage boy. Why don't you come and join us again? Going solo usually gets you nowhere.[/i] Upon hearing no reply, Katana quietly stacked her dishes within each other, muttered a thanks for the meal, took the dishes to the kitchen, and went off to talk to Kurumi. "I hope Kuru-chan isn't too pissed at me," she whispered to herself. Coming upon the door, though, the girl lost all confidence she held. Kurumi was sipping her cup of green tea, her eyes closed in thought. [i]I'll come back when Kuru-chan feels better...[/i] She was about to leave, until - "Kuru-chan, is it now?" came Kurumi's not-so-cheerful voice from the room. "I'm older than you, you know." "Yeah, and, so?" Katana replied, her back still turned to the door. "What, you wanna be called Kurumi-sama?" She smiled. "I won't even call Sanouske that." "Well, fine, whatever. Just leave me and Kaz alone, and don't start World War three while in the Meiji Era, which would techniclly be World War one, which would move all the others up - so Stalin would be in World War two, and Hitler would be World War three, and -" "Don't exhaust your brain, Kuru-chan. Now, I have some business I need to attend to..." Katana started down the hall, stoping briefly in the kitchen to grab some left over riceballs and tea, put them on a tray, and continue back down. Take a right, second door on the right - the Torturing Chamber of Doom. "Hey Tomo," she said, placing the tray on the floor in front of the man. "You FORGOT about me for more than a day!" he grumbled, using his toes to pick up the food and eat it. "Wow, you're multi-talented," Katana replied, smiling. Tomo stared at her, but didn't appear very threatening - especially with bloated cheeks and a face covered with rice. "Listen, if you see a weird bandaged kid poofing around or sommin', tell him to stop making me the evil dude in his writings." "What?" "...Nevermind."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]And here I am again, at the library. >.

[size=1][color=royalblue]You know, I HAD a post before my internet decided to be a bitch to me and shut down. *chucks her computer out the window* ------------------------------------- Katana groggily awoke, and had the slightly feeling of a hangover. "Last time I ever drink eggnog," she grumbled to herself. She heaved herself up and laughed at seeing Yuki's sign. "[i]Yuki's stuff. TOCUH AND DIE![/i] A little greedy there, aren't we Ne-chan?" Have no clue or care what Ne-chan actually meant, Katana went over to the pile of Touch and Die. She examined it, then grazed a fingernail across a bottle of sake. Immediaetly, Yuki tore upwards and kicked Katana straight through Kurumi's hole in the door and into the hallway with a loud crashing noise. Outside, Kenshin scrubbed furiously at the bed sheet Saladin had hurled on last night. Sanouske loomed over him, sucking on a fishbone. The crash came, and a shingle from the roof popped off and landed on the ground. Kenshin sweatdropped as Sano perked up. "Wonder how that happened..." Kurumi appeared in the hallway to repair the door only to find one of her fellow musketeers sprawled out, unconscious. "Kat? Katty Katty kitty?" She began poking Katana. [i]Lightbulb[/i] "OH KATANA, SANOUSKE IS NAKED!!!" Katana immediately bolted up. So fast, in fact, that the drool that had formed at one corner of her mouth splacked into the wall. "WherewherewherewherewherewhereWHERE!?" "Retard." "Bitch." Kaoru now appeared in the hallway and, upon seeing the two teeagers arguing, began screeching like a banshee. "Damn Kenshin, I think Jo-chan's gone nuts." Kenshin collapsed into the water basin. "Kenshin? Kenshin?" Bubbles sprouted up from the water. "Alas, what's for breakfast?" Katana asked cheerfully. Kaoru had been knocked out, tied together with some chains, and strung from the rafters in the boys' room. "Dunno. Hey, maybe we should Yuki to cook." "No way, I value my internal organs." "Yeah, I guess I do to." "Maybe we should steal something from the Touch and Die pile." "Maybe." "Shall we?" "I'm in agreement to that." "Stagnant." "Flunctuating." "Momentum." "Cheese pants." "Popcorn undies." "Nachos and cheese." "Rabid tourists." "Retard restraint." "Pile?" "Let's go." ---------------------------------------------- That was...inspiring. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue] Papers flying everywhere...manical weirdos rampaging around the dojo...I need to study for my finals... I'm skipping ahead a couple hours so we can FINALLY get out of Christmas. >

[size=1][color=royalblue]Hmm. *blink blink blink* Anyways... [b]What is it?[/b] The Legend of Otaku Hollow [b]Why was it nifty?[/b] Because it split my sides on school nights when I needed the uplift after doing mounds of homework. But it's a great piece with amazing writing talent that had quite the fan following. [b]What is it?[/b] Rurouni Kenshin: River of Time [b]Why was it nifty?[/b] An oldie but goodie. A hit RPG that was nothing like its serious hit RPG counterparts. Crazy kids with assasian skills and mystical powers swamped into living with the Rurouni Kenshin cast. Probably one of the most entertaining memories on OB... [b]What is it?[/b] Lore [b]Why was it nifty?[/b] One of the few mods I've come to view as friendly, nice, cheerful, interactive, not so high-and-mighty, etc. *gets attacked by numerous mods* When the moderators come into the level of actually being a member, they project a less...freaky...image. >

[size=1][color=royalblue]Now let's kill them quick so I can get out of this embarassment. >

[size=1][color=royalblue]Ah crap. Where have I been for for a week and NOT noticed that The Cafe At the Edge of the World was up? ... .... ... Err...getting drunk off sparkling cranberry juice? >< Great story like always, DW. Jokopoko getting whapped by books is great. Tops off the violence meter for the day. And thus, my favorite quote so far is... [b]I know this place,? the admin shuddered. ?It?s called The Plains of Random Dumpings.? ?Excellent,? Kane mused, ?I needed to crap.?[/b] *goes off to her deranged world before getting smacked upside the head by a funny yellow hat and scolded to go print out her English homework*[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]*looks over at Aiyanna, who has watery puppy eyes* Dammit... ------------------------------------ Von did get the message and picked up the bow and arrows. Ciarra began padding her way down a path, with the others behind her. "Heh, she looks kinda funny as a wolf," Arian giggled, and Halas cocked an eyebrow. "You think so? She looks like a wolf to me..." "Gyaa, you men are so unfocused." "Unfocused? What does [i]that[/i] mean?" "Nothing. It's just that guys aren't usually as attentaive as women, or get distracted easily, or can be complete morons at times..." Arian continued cheking the things off on her fingers. Halfway through, Halas decided to stop listenig. "This is is the coward way..." Hashu murmured. Von turned around to confront him. "Okay [i]Albel[/i], then go back and wait for them to com and decapitate you. Face it, none of us can defeat these creatures by ourselves. You saw how it was last time! We could barely mangage to keep alive." Von paused, then added, with a huff, "It takes all of us to move forward, but only one of us to bring us back." "Words of wisdom from Von," Arain snickered quietly to herself. Ten minutes later, Ciarra's tail began to wag, and her trot soon turned to a gallop. The others raced behind her, hoping to catch up. The scent led Ciarra to lead the group to a cliff. Caves dotted the sides where thin landings perched. Halas put a hand to his forehead. "This is going to be a long hike," he said.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]...A Kanata Producion? >< Sounds like one of the many typos of my name's that I have done. *points up* Like they've said, it's a nice start to the animation field. My only complaint would be to reduce the size. I kept having to scroll up and down to see the stuff. (Then again, I'm using 800x600, so...) Mow.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]There was an uneasy silence for a few moments before Jordan sighed and stood up. "I'm Jordan Thommes, glad to say I'm a girl." She began checking things off her fingers. "I was born in Ireland, moved her a few years ago, then lived here for a few years, then went here..." She paused. "I don't sound Irish, I think, but sometimes I swear like a drunk." She secretly smiled in her mind. "How long have you been in Film?" Senpai asked, although he already seemed bored of the question. "Uh...um...uh...This is my second year. I had a sort of Film class in junior high that I took and really liked, so when I came here, I thought it'd be cool to do it again." Jordan smiled. "That answers both questions, right?" Senpai merely put on a slinky grin. "So why did you say, 'glad to say I'm a girl'?" Jordan groaned. "Can't you tell?" She began pointing at her hair, her shape, and then, pointed to her name on the classes sheet. "[i]Jordan[/i]. C'mon, not many people think that's a girl's name. I have super-short hair -" She lifted up a short strand, about two inches, "- and I don't have what you would exactly call a "womanly" shape. I'm just some midget kid who looks like a guy. Always have been, probably always will be." "You have a grim outlook on life, don't you?" Jordan perked up. "Hmm? Heh, no, but you think I would, hnn?" She grinned widely. "I'm just a nutcase who really shouldn't be here, I used to play the weirdest instrument ever - oboe - before I found out I couldn't take band, and even though I appear to be an idiot, I'm a smart little cookie." With that, she plopped down in her seat. "Next?" Senpai asked.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]How to spend Christmas Eve Evening: 1. Go to OtakuBoards 2. Go to that art board (>

[size=1][color=royalblue]Especially when the person you fool is a moron. XD *high fives Yuki* ------------------------- "So yeah, we've had quite an adventure," Katana finished. She looked over at a window to see the sky had grown dark. "Wow, so you can be smart?" Yasuhiko wondered, and soon received a whack upside the head. He fell unconscious onto the floor. "Geez Kat," Yuki said, sweatdropping at her oro-eyed ancestor. "Hey, he deserves it!" Katana replied hotly. "People who call me dumb don't get off that easily!" "That's for sure." Silence. Then... "Hey, let's go get dinner." "Sounds good." The two stood up and trooped out of the room, closing it firmly behind them. Yasuhiko might as well have been chopped liver; he was receiving no sympathy. The kitchen of the Kamiya dojo was billowing with steam. Yuki carefully poked her head in, then signaled to Katana that it was safe. "God Kaoru, what're you trying to cook?" Katana asked first, waving her hand in front of her face. "Sushi!" Kaoru replied, agitated. "Now shut up or leave!" "Eh, I think it'd be safe if we left..." Yuki muttered wisely, slipping out of the doorway with Katana following. "Ah, Yuki. We're the only eighth graders here," Katana said, putting her hands behind her head. "Yup. And school wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have that [i]thing[/i] with us." "Thing?" "Yuka." "Oh yeah..." The two eventually ended up outside, where a nearly-full moon hung in the sky. "This time of the year sucks," Yuki groaned. "It gets dark and cold way too fast." Puffs of her breath were visible against the navy background. "Uh-huh. But maybe Kenshy Claus is coming!" Katana grinned like a four-year-old as Yuki sweatdropped. "Kenshy Claus, you say?" she wondered in return. "Yeah. He has four reindeer: Kaoru, Sanouske, Yahiko, and Megumi. He carries all his presents like a hobo, with the sack on his sword. Then, Kenshy uses his god-like speed to rush through doors and place the presents for all the good little girls and boys under the bansai plant." "You've certainly thought this out, haven't you?" "I've had lots of free time." "I can tell." ----------------------------------- And...I have to go to church. XP Later guys.[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]Yay! I'm the chief of operations! *insert manical grin here* --------------------------------------- "Okay okay, we have a lot of shopping to do!" Katana announced, taking out a toliet-paper looking tube from her pocket. She unrolled the paper to reveal a lengthy list, and everyone sweatdropped. "There's now - let's see - [i]me, Kurumi, Yuka, Yuki, Kit, Amaya, Kenshin, Sano, Kaoru, Yahiko[/i] - that's ten, but with the ancestors - [i]Saladin, Jese, Yasuhiko, the three others - dunno if Kazmi will want to do this, but we'll make her[/i] - seventeen. Crap." Kaoru groaned. "There's [i]seventeen[/i] people?" Katana stopped suddenly, appearing to be looking up at the sky. "Ah, wait...Megumi makes eighteen." "[i]Eighteen[/i]?!?!" Kaoru shrieked, and several merchants stared at her. "There's no way in hell we can support a group of that size! And you all want to give gifts to everyone - oh god - six times seventeen is a hundred and two...then the five of us want to give gifts to each other...that's twenty-five...and then we give one to each of you kids...that's thirty..." Kaoru collapsed to the ground, wheeping. "And that is?" Kurumi whispered to a sweatdropping Yuki. "A hundred and fifty-seven." "But wait, we haven't included Kaz..." Kurumi thought suddenly, and the rest shot her dirty looks. "Sorry Kurumi," Katana said seriously, "But you're gonna have to get used to the fact that Kaz isn't the same guy from last year." In a hused tone, she added, "I'm sorry, Kuru-chan, but...[i]he isn't really your boyfriend anymore[/i]." Kurumi's face was struck with sadness. "I know. But...stilll..." "AHHH!!!" Kaoru shot up from the ground, making the rest of the group forget their troubles. "IT'S ALL BECUASE OF YOU WEIRD KIDS! Before you came, life was simple and I only had five mouths to feed! But NOW -" She errupted in flames. " - NOW, there's eleven, and then, with you're weird [i]powers[/i] and criminal records, not to mention this CHRISTMAS thing, I can't sleep peacefully anymore! I'M NOT MADE OF MONEY!!!" Everyone in the vacinity sweatdropped immensly, and the girls looked like they had withstood a hurricane. "Hey hey, you could've said no." Yuka, of course, was the first to spoke, and Kaoru began choking her. "Kaoru! Kaoru!" Katana and Kurumi jumped on Kaoru, attempting to free Yuka from her clutches, while Yuki and Amaya stood off to the sides. "You know, it'd be rather nice to lose Yuka..." Yuki said, eating a rice cake she had stolen from a vendor. "Yeah, it would, wouldn't it..." Amaya replied. ---Finally...--- "Yessir! I'll have this, and this, and that, and - oh! - somma those - and that -" Yuki watched in horror as her restaurant earnings were steadily slipping away as the rest bought Christmas gifts (which turned out to be weird things, like fruits, cups, and keychain-like objects). Kaoru stood off to the side, wrapped in metal chains to a nearby post with Katana's turban wrapped tightly around her mouth. She was wriggling violently and shouted muffled curses at the girls. "Isn't life just perfect?" Yuka said through a grin. Yuki sweatdropped. "It would be." ----------------------------- And seriously, if you tell me my math is wrong, that means you're just as bored as I was when I calculated all of that. T_T;;[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Between the rustling of papers and balancing a load of textbooks on top of a trapper, it was a wonder at how a mysterious girl, hidden beneath school supplies, was able to cram a breakfast bar into her open mouth, and still sing to the hidden music player tucked away in her pocket. She dumped the pile in her locker and scampered to the assembly hall. ?Crap crap crap?? she said in hurried breaths, discovering the hall was now barren with absolutely nobody but a janitor in sight. She turned on her heel and yanked a crumpled sheet of paper from her other pocket. ?Let?s see here?it says I have Film class?? She sighed. ?Great. The one class I was looking forward to, and I?m nearly twenty minutes late for it?? She glanced at the various information in the corner of the paper, which read: JORDAN C. THOMMAS. Below: FEMALE. ?Well, at least they got that right?? Jordan clicked the music player on again, slipping the headphones on her ears as she headed to what was supposed to be the Film classroom. But there came the sign: ?BY ORDER OF THE POWERS THAT BE, FILM CLASS IS NOW IN ROOM 011 (BASEMENT) ? 先輩 She carefully studied the symbols, but came up short of what they were supposed to be. ?I told mom I should?ve taken Japanese, but nooo, I had to take Spanish?? Jordan was now panicking royally. ?Ahh?think dammit, think!!!? She began pounding her palm against her forehead, hoping it would somehow jog her memory. Then it hit her. ?OF COURSE!? She scampered to a nearby fire extinguisher and studied the map of the fire escape. ?Okay okay?so the stairs to the basement are down [i]that[/i] way ? ? she pointed to her left. ?And the classroom should be at the base. Alright, Jord, you?re in business!? The song changed on her music player, and the medley of Change the World filled the girl?s headphones. Trooping down the stairs, she sang along. ?I want to change the world?[i]kaze wo kakenukete, nanimo osorezu ni[/i]?? The song was definetly one of her favorites, considering she had been listening to it for over two years. ?I really really hope the teach isn?t pissed,? Jordan whined to herself as she crawled down more stairs. Step after step, the cheap tiling never seemed to end. ?Damn, just how far down is this freakin? basement? You?d think they meant for this to be a dungeon?? And thus began the conversation between Jordan and her brain. ?Well of course it?s like a dungeon, it?s a [i]basement[/i],? her brain made her say. ?But you wouldn?t expect this sort of thing in a school now, would ya?? she countered, and smirked when she couldn?t think of anything to snap back. There came a loud, long noise, and soon, the walls began vibrating. Jordan pressed a hand to the plaster and felt the strong vibrations. Oh, how she wished she had her oboe on her, maybe she could counter whatever foul beast was lurking in the shadowy pit of the basement and stop him (or her) from making the noise. It killed her ears, even with the headphones on. Finally, a landing. More cheap tile. Brooms, mops, dirty buckets of water; those things decorated the hallway of the dimly lit corridor, and Jordan felt every respect she had for the school slowly slipping away. ?First they tell me they don?t have band, then they say I?ll have to rough it out with kids two years older than me, now I see that they enjoy the fresh scent of sewage water.? She groaned. 003, 005, 007, 009, 011. ?Ahh?here we are.? She placed her right hand on the handle, and looked down to see it was shaking slightly. The steady vibration of music was pulsating out form the metal, and then, a loud chorus of some Spanish tune rang out, sang by a single person. Jordan drew a breath. ?And thus, I begin, my adventure?? She cranked open the handle and slipped in, hoping the teacher wouldn?t notice her abscense. ?Strangest film classroom I?ve ever seen,? she muttered quietly to herself, hoping the towering stereo system hid her from, what appeared to be the teacher?s, sight. It was a young man, looking fresh from a college?but then again, he still looked like he was in one. His voice was clear as it sang the tune, and Jordan?s eyes glanced down to see four other students ? two male, two female; what were the odds of that ? who appeared to be in awe of the teacher. The man stopped singing, and his eyes seemed to stare right through the stereo to where Jordan was hiding. ?Well class, it seems we have a new student.? ------------------------ Arigato for signing up late. Hope this makes up for that. ^.^;;[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]*salutes* Glad to see you again, Reena. ^_~ [b]Name:[/b] Jordan Thommes [b]Country of Origin:[/b] Ireland, but then I moved to the U.S. roughly seven years ago. Sometimes my accent shows through, but usually not. [b]Appearance:[/b] I'm almost the true definition of "Irish". My eyes resemble the waves as they break against the rocky shore, and even though my cinnanom hair is cut right at the tops of my ears, I am a girl. And even though being tall runs in the family, I'm...not. Okay, about 5'5''. [b]A Moment:[/b] "And [b]THAT[/b] is why Newton's first law is important to science!" [i]Beep beep. Beep...beep.[/i] "Alright, go to lunch!" "Gah, freaky science teacher..." I snatched up my trapper and sketchbook and escaped the torture known as Mr. Zippe's science class. The main thought swirling in my head wasn't of fear, but of concern. Here I was, a straight-A student, practiclly failing science class, a class I had done so well in last year. So it was lunch time, and my growling stomach gave eveidence of that. Hastily opening my locker and dumping my things in, I ran down the hallway, turning sharp corners at the whim of my heel. "Run Jordan run!" a random girl shouted at me as I sped towards the cafeteria, hoping I wasn't going to be the last one in the lunchline, like I usually was. I was. Sprinting comrised much of my day, as I had to hurry to various classes and try not to be late. Grabbing a lunch tray, bidding thanks, and handing the cashier my lunch card (with one final punch on it), I plopped down at my lunch table, awaiting the festivities that was about to fall upon us. We were weird, different, and, most of all, unique; me and my friends. We were having a Thanksgiving feast, just for the hell of it, because of the giving of thanks day tomorrow. Opened trays revealing cookies, a single bag of chips, a dish of ramen and plastic bowls beside it, and my Jell-O cups. Lunchtime is probably one of my favorite times of the day. Not just for the food, but because all of my friends are here, and together, we can cheer up the most depressed person on the planet. "So...who gets the science assignment?" one of my friends, Liz, asked. We all shook our heads, with the exception of Meghan, our resident genius. "Oh come on, it's not hard!" "YES IT IS!!!" we all bellowed at her. I sighed. I was smart. I am smart. But why is it this year, science was so hard for me? "And in the end...as long as I bet a B...I'll get on the gold honor roll," I murmured to myself before accepting the bowl of ramen offered to me. ---------------------------- Of course it makes no sense! T_T;;[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Now I feel like a total retard, because balervine sounds so dumb. T_T;; But anyways, [url=http://fablefrance.com/albion_bestiaire_balverines.php]this[/url], my friends, is why you should always be afraid of balervines. Especially the last picture. ---------------------------- "Great, just great...we have a bunch of freaky creatures on our asses," Arian muttered before the balverines began attacking in a frenzy. Von created earthquakes, one right after the other, hoping the earth would swallow up the creatures. Halas fired off rounds of fire (no pun intended) and Arian blasted the creatures whenever they came remotely close to her. Ciarra began shifting into various animals. At first, she was the wolf, but then became a bear, then changed her mind and became a large tiger. All in all, they were a force to be dealed with, but the power of the balverines was overwhelming. "Shit - don't they ever - go away?" Von huffed, now throwing sizable earth chunks at the creatures. Whenever one died, it made the same, lonesome howl, before dropping its head down in death. Arian's eyes widened as the story flowed into her mind. [i]"And when the hero kills the foul beast, it lets out a howl, as if releasing its soul into the night and calling forth his allies," an old man, whose faced was scared from various wounds said. "And then what happens?" an eager, cherubric-looking Arian wondered. The old man let a single stream of air escape through his clenched teeth. "Three more come for every howl, and the more you kill, the more they come. Nothing can ever stop them but -" "But what?" "But Arianrhod." "Yes?" "No, silly, arianrhod." "[b]What?[/b]" The old man smilied. "Figure that out for yourself some day."[/i] "Silver..." Arian whispered, knocking down another balverine. "Some sort of silver augumation should stop them...But where the hell are we gonna find silver?" "What about silver?" Halas asked, surrounded in a fire inferno. "To stop them...something about...silver...We need silver in order to stop them from coming back!" "But where the hell are we going to find silver?" [i]Is there such a thing as answers?[/i] ----------------------------------------- Please excuse whatever cheesiness you may find. >.

[size=1][color=royalblue]*pats Yuki* It's okay. XD "Real men...Wear pink!" (It's an Inuyasha manga-form and Kenshin joke with me and my friend...) And now, I'm gonna began the week-long celebration of Christmas. ^^ Ready steady go! ------------------------------------ "Welllll, as long as you're not gay," Yuka started, "You're finnnnnnnnnne." "What's with the dragged out syllables?" Katana asked. "I'm borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred," Yuka compained, banging random things with her squeaky hammer. (Translation: The heads of Yuki, Katana, and Yasuhiko) Five minutes later, and after constant bashing, Katana stood up and, seemingly mindless, wandered over to the tree that had so often been used by the kids as a resting joint. She looked up at the twisting and winding branches that were barren of leaves. She sighed. [i]And in one week, I would be at home, opening some lame presents.[/i] But then, the thoughts of her last Christmas - the one with the Kenshin-gumi and her friends - struck her and she smilied. "CHRISTTTTTTTTTMASSSSSSSSSS!!!" Katana bellowed all of a sudden, running around Saladin, Sanouske, and Kenshin, who were seemingly chatting about Sicarius. "What the - what the - what the -" Saladin sweatdropped as Katana wound around him at Mach 5. "CHRISTMAS!!!" she said again, this time bouncing up and down in her spot. She was soon joined by the forces of Kurumi and Yuka. "What's...Christmas?" Saladin asked a nervous-smile Kenshin. "It's a tradition in the future, that it is. We celebrated it last year when the seven were here, that we did." "Last year? You mean these weird kids were here [i]last year[/i] too?" "Yeah," Sano replied. "Remember those police killings? The bandits from that small village?" Saladin nodded. Sanouske jerked a thumb in the general direction of the six kids. "Them." "What the - no way! How the hell...?" "WE'RE SPECIAL!!!" Yuka chanted, dancing in her spot. "Yeah, we are, I guess..." Kurumi muttered as she and Katana sweatdropped. ---Eleven minutes and twenty-eight seconds later--- "Let's go SHOPPING!" Yuki bellowed, causing everyone to sweatdrop. She held in her hand the rest of her money, after paying Kenshin back. "We are shopping for CHRISTMAS goodies!" Kit said, and again put on the hyperness of last year's festivities. Everyone sweatdropped more. "None of us have MONEY!" Kurumi added, and everyone collapsed to the ground. "Well, we have some reliable sources," Katana said evilly, looking particuarly at Kenshin, Kaoru, and Yuki. They all sweatdropped. "No no no no no..." ---------------------------------------- 'cause when you beat up people, you win. [/color][/size]