Annie

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Things like this, is how new members get recognized, for one. Bringing questions/suggestions to view is a good way to get involved with members. Introductions doesn't really serve too much of a purpose, soley on the fact that the threads just end up becoming conversations and spam. The PM system is there for conversating, and is a great way to get to know a member. Other ways to get "noticed" is by posting quality. It swings both ways, though, so you have to be careful. In one hand, you can have horrible quality by spamming, flamming people, being inconsiderate, or just being annoying; which brings the wrong attention. Or, you can be mature and have good grammar and use of words, get involved in discussions and argue constructively, and over-all, just being a curtious, friendly person. I highly recommend you stick with the second option :p Stick around the OB. Don't resent it because of one little thing. If you stay, you'll see that the community here is pretty friendly and helpful, as well as notorious and infamous >.> But that's a good thing.[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]"So, zis es Werlin?" Vedette mimicked the German accent as she stepped out of a black Rolls Royce. The streets were crowded, people pushing and shoving involuntarily. The chilled air filled her lungs, unfortunately, with the filth of the streets. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and shut the door to the car. Her crushed velvet gloves slid gracefully over the glossy body as it drove away. "Now, this restaurant is where we are meeting," Vedette purred, glancing over the pure white card embossed with silver lettering, "5:30, hm? Splendid. This gives me plenty of time to scope the scenery." Vedette pushed the card into the breast pocket of her over coat, pulling a mini-cigar out. As if the pollution of the ozone didn't do enough damage to the lungs, Vedette pressed her grey-blue, lipstick-covered lips to the ivory carrier and lit the cigar. The random wind gusts, to her agrivation, blew her lighter out. "Maybe that's saying something," she mumbled, shoving the cigar and lighter into her pockets. She hugged her coat around her neck as she started down the bustling streets. Newspapers and other assorted pieces of trash slapped at her ankles. One piece of trash in particular caught her attention. It was soiled badly, but a picture of stark white snow splattered with blood was all that Vedette could make out. Few words like "devil" and "end is near", oh and don't forget, "Satanics will be prosecuted once caught!" were visible. The blood had been ceremoniously strewn out into the shapes of pentagrams and unledgible words, along with the famous "666". "Fabulous. Looks like I arrived just in time," Vedette brushed loose strands of her pale hair behind her ears.[/color][/font]

[color=#141416][font=tahoma]You think the OB has been "n00bed"? I saw that you joined in June of last summer, fortunately for you, you missed a huge wave of n00b attack. It lasted for a while, if not was going on when I joined in '03. Sure, there are a handful of "n00bs", and there are posts that are spam-infested, but I don't think that today's "problems" compare to what the OB experienced a couple of years ago _^_ But from what I can tell over the past 7-9 months, the OB seems to be running smoothly and less spammy. Just a whole wave of new and, I [b]must[/b] say, imaginative and creative members. I can pick off two handfuls, at least. So, all in all, I think the OB has [gradually and productively] been recovering from late '03's and early--early--'04's n00bfest. That's my input, and what I've seen. [/color][/font]

[QUOTE=GoldScorpion78] Do me! Do me! (I just [I]have[/I] to know!) :animestun[/QUOTE] [color=#141416][font=tahoma]O.o...Wow. I won't comment any further on that. [b]Delacroix[/b], I have no idea what your new name means. So I'll just stick with your avatar and sig. I. Love. Your. Avatar! Yes, that is Mikael, Arch Angel of Fire. That suggests to me that you are, currently, feeling a bit mischievious, a bit devious, and certainly uproared for a lot of fun, excitment and--possibly--a bit of trouble. Which is sexy. Dead sexy. Playful, tempermental, and quite the sense of humor, you're a wonderful person to talk to. Signature denotes your love and devotion to the one and only, ULX. You two are so adorable! The poem gave me the feeling that you are hurting inside, and you feel that no one cares. Be assured, we are out here; all you have to do is talk, sweety. And to answer your question, Mad Hatter is androgynous. In the manga, Belial tells that "he" is not a man, but doesn't boast on being a female either. It's best to think of Mad Hatter/Belial as "Mad Hatter" or "Belial". (you should definitely read the manga, you'd love it) [b]EDIT[/b]: Oh, and Shin-Shin..you just made my week :catgirl: Thank you.[/color][/font]

[QUOTE=Neuvoxetere][size=1][color=#C82356] S+A is a picture of two of the characters in Angel Sanctuary, a brother and sister, and for quite some time you and Metatron, our brother, were married..[/size][/color][/QUOTE] [color=#141416][font=tahoma]That is true, but that is not the meaning behind the picture ^_^; Not saying that I don't still love our dear, Metatron. But the letters "S" and "A" are for "Silpheed" and "Annie". The picture is decked out in 2 years because that is how long he and I have stayed together...*blush* [/color][/font]

[color=#141416][font=tahoma]O.O..*blushes intensely* Why, thank you! I think you freagin' pegged me on the head with a sledge hammer, lol. Not to suggest that I'm arrogant about being important, superior, and a female. It's just that everyone should know that: men PWNED by women ^_^ But you did a fabulous job, ULX. And now, if I may. [b]ULX[/b]- Your SN, "Unborn", tells me that you are waiting for something in yourself. A self-realization maybe. The entire name tells me that you are a proud person, but not as proud as to be passed as conceited. Your avatar and banner, "who could resist this face?" is adorable. I sense you have a playful side that you haven't shown many [if not any] people. The light-haired character against a dark background= no matter the situation, you remain strong and bright. The signature..you love silver. Every sig/banner theme I've seen you use, it's related [and if not decked out in] silver. The colour is soft, yet striking. Well, that's how I've always seen the color, silver, to be. I know that didn't do justice ^_^;; But I've always been fascinated with your style.[/color][/font]

[color=#141416][font=tahoma][b]Baron[/b]- Your SN says two different things to me: importance or a currency (money) for the Underworld. O.o I think "importance" is closer to what you had in mind when you made it, lol Your banners/avatars are usually retro, abstract, and coloful. That tells me that you might be an interesting person ( :p ) [b]CHW[/b]- You like horses...a lot. The SN suggests you are really giddy over them. They must be your favorite animal. Your signature shows that you are a big fan of whatever catches your fancy...I really can't analyze you for some odd reason, lol Sorry, I tried.[/color][/font]

[color=#141416][font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Name[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- Vedette Fitzgerald [/font] [font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Age[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- 23[/font] [font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Gender[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- Female[/font][font=monotype corsiva][size=4] [b]Nationality[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- Austrian [/font] [font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Appearance[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- 5?6?, what heavier women would consider ?unhealthily thin--almost anorexic-looking?, and milky skin. Vedette, despite how voluptuous her name sounds, is anything but. Her striking facial features take on an androgynous charm. Her chest lacks a woman?s characteristic. Because of these factors, Vedette is often mistaken as a [feminine] male. Out of her brothers and sisters, Vedette is the lightest. In fact, she is so pale, her parents feared she had an illness. But alas, Vedette is in perfectly good physical health. Her long, lightly curled pale hair hangs like spider webs just below her buttocks. Vedette?s hair is a natural color, but unnatural. An ?extremely faded blonde?, as her friends would describe, ?almost as if she were completely gray-headed?. Her face is graced with the family trademark of light golden eyes. They shimmer mysteriously, almost drowning you within her exquisite, exotic mystique; especially when she?s excited or aroused. Playful with the idea of androgyny, Vedette is usually seen in men?s wardrobe. However, she loves being a woman and pays most attention to style and appearance. She usually wears crimsons and black, and loves soft vinyl and leather. Her favorite outfit is a pair of deep crimson, soft vinyl pants, a satin, long-sleeved blouse that zips up to her neck, and a black velvet over coat that flows to her knees. On her feet, Vedette usually wears a pair of black, lace-up boots that buckle every so often. (For an image of what Vedette would look like, see the attachment at the end of this post.) [/font][font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Weapons-[/b][/font][/size] [font=tahoma] Superstitious, Vedette had a silver chain crafted from a melted crucifix from her country?s most prestigious cathedral. She wears it as an outfit accessory invariably, and pins it onto the family crest medallion. The chain Vedette keeps close is not just a fashion accessory, it is also what Vedette uses to slay/expel demons and evil spirits. The medallion, in of itself is a locket containing a deadly poisonous powder. If mixed with food or drink, or if inhaled, the poison works swiftly and silently. The victim slips into a peaceful sleep, and never wakes up. There is no known antidote for this poison. And just for good measure, Vedette favors her knives. Butterfly knives are her favorite, and she uses them the most. The knives were blessed by the priest of the cathedral her chain was crafted.[/font] [font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Skills[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- Swift and sneaky, agile and fluid, Vedette uses a style of tranquility in both killing and prayer. Ah, prayer. Even though she is against her religion, Vedette is married to it by force of curiosity and fascination. Her family priest (who soley agreed to helping her as to help rid the world of evil) taught her all she knows about religion. And he also taught her many prayers that can be used against evil spirits. Some of the prayers are just as dark as the spirits, and are as powerful. Vedette is limited to certain prayer on the fact that the meditation is so strenuous. Those prayers are reserved for times where she can study her enemy, and has the luxury of attacking at her own time. [/font] [font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Personality[/b][/font][/size][font=tahoma]- Vedette is quite different from other girls. Mysterious, dark, and sometimes cold, but charismatic and people-loving. Her favorite past time is to watch people and figure out their lifestyle and personalities. As quiet as she is, she has a meticulous perception of people and adores spending time with them. Her family can tell you that Vedette rarely ever gets angry, but when she does, you had better believe in God.[/font] [font=monotype corsiva][size=4][b]Character Snippit[/b][/font][/size]- [font=tahoma]?You?ve got to be kidding me, Vedette,? her brother joked, ?You want to be a member of the clergy of St. Peter?s Cathedral?? ?I do,? Vedette grinned mischievously. Her brother shook his head in surprise and disbelief. He sat back in his brown leather high-back chair. He folded his arms tightly over his chest. Thick, black material wrinkled over his arms, making his chest look twice as big. His neck mimicked the material as the white collar wrapped around it snuggly. His office smelt of incense; so strong, Vedette?s eyes watered. ?It?s impossible. For one, you are a woman. Secondly,? he stood up and walked over to his sister, ?you don?t believe in God. You believe in dark magic. And you sin profusely, and quite knowingly, unceremoniously.? ?Yes, but isn?t God supposed to forgive me of my sins if I am to change my ways?? Vedette giggled and played lightly with her chain. It was funny to her; her brother was right, but she had a strange fascination with religion. He ignored her remark and continued. ?And,? he pointed at the tattoo on her stomach, ?you?ve branded yourself a witch.? ?Hm, that could pose a problem with Him, eh?? Vedette looked at her freshly polished fingernails. ?I risk my life to see you, Vedette. I wish you would appreciate that,? he sighed and pulled at his collar. ?I know you do, Ernest. And I do appreciate your kindness. No one else would do what you do for me,? Vedette squeezed her brother?s hand, ?Thank you, my dear brother. I promise, I won?t be bothering you any more.? ?I didn?t mean to disappear, Vedette,? Ernest took her hand. ?I?m not going to make you worry about being excommunicated. You love being a priest, you love God, and you have faithful members. I don?t want to see you lose your life?s work because of me,? Vedette curled her hand and pulled away, ?Besides, I?m going to help you, in a strange way.? ?How?s that?? Ernest turned around to pick up a book from his desk. Vedette assumed it to be the Bible, seeing as how he was supposed to be getting ready for a eulogy. Their father?s eulogy. This is the reason for her visit, and only Ernest would allow her to be at the funeral. ?I?m going to be a private exorcist for a German.? ?I don?t believe you! See, you lie frequently!? Ernest spun around, nearly dropping the Bible. ?I am not lying. I have been practicing the ceremony for many years, and I am proficient enough. I actually performed a ceremony for our governor?s wife; she believed she was being possessed by a lust-hungry demon. Turns out, she was just going starting menopause. I didn?t realize she was that old,? she laughed. ?Then you were unsuccessful,? Ernest bluntly spouted. ?In that case, yes. But my most recent exorcism proved to be pleasingly successful. I helped Father Almedia of the Vatican. You should remember in the news of his despair and religious torment. He was battling it for more than thirty years. He was infested with a demon that feasted on his weakness; pride. He was very prideful in his youth, and someone cursed him for it. I got rid of the demon.? ?Of course I knew that. And I don?t remember seeing your name in the papers, or hearing it on the news when they said a miracle had happened.? ?You wouldn?t hear about me, idiot. I?m me, remember,? Vedette pointed at her face. ?Why, if you are sacrilegious, do you kill demons and evil spirits?? ?Because, it helps me in the long run.?[/color][/font]

[FONT=tahoma][color=#141416]Ugh, I agree with Dagger. My job in the Air National Guard is phsyically demanding, but when it comes to "that time of the month", I just have to tough it out. I can't allow "it" to keep me from doing my job, or otherwise, I'm that woman who's the distraction. [/color][/FONT]

[QUOTE=Twilight_Kioku] uhh..honorable mension.. The Demon Ororon... [/QUOTE] [color=#141416][font=tahoma]Finally, someone who knows that one. I can't begin to explain how badly I love that manga. I guess it's because of the characters; especially Ororon. His personality is just so cool and smooth, blended with sheer evil. His style is just impeccable, and down right sexy. The art work is another, and main reason, why I love it. It's simple and sleak, stylish and modern. I loved the artist's style. My first favorite, and most obsessed, manga is [i]Angel Sanctuary[/i]. I am completely insane for that manga. Once again, the art is a major determining factor. The detail is amazing, the character's attitudes/personalities/mannerisms all reflect through their appearance (which makes them all the more sexier), and the story is unbeatable. Not just the idea of the story, but Yuki has done so wonderfully that even after 7 books (that's what I've got at the moment), my interest hasn't whithered. Every book is full to the brim with surprise, expectation, and adrenaline.[/color][/font]

[color=#141416][font=trebuchet ms][b]Sascha[/b] (Sah-shah) [I] Sascha, By the time you get this letter, I?ll be gone from your perfect life. The times when you claimed you?d do just fine without me have finally spilled over, and I won?t stand for it anymore. I?m not going to be the prize of your life any longer. The past seven of my life was the largest waste of time I?ve ever spent. You drain me. Your words burned away my brain cells, and for months, I believed every word you said. I was stupid for loving you. I was foolish to even hope that we could be together, and that it was all just my imagination. However, I?ll say you wondered me with your vast abundance of excuses. But I?ll retort to the fact that not a single ?I love you? was ever true. Everyone was right about you, and I should have listened a long time ago; before this. I don?t want anything from you. I?m gone from San Diego. And I intend to leave you, and all of the horrible memories behind. The only thing I take with me is the precious life inside of me. I make a vow to give him the life you would never be able to give. Oh, and don?t worry, I?m not pressing for a dime in child support; I?m capable of taking care of myself and of my child. Erica[/I] ?Ah, dude, that?s harsh.? ?Whatever she wants to do, I don?t care,? Sascha scratched at his chin, ?As long as I don?t have to pay for child support.? ?It?s your kid too,? Travis tried to smooth out the crumpled up paper. ?It was her fault for not staying on the pill.? ?You still should have used protection.? ?Like she said, she doesn?t want a dime from me. That?s all that matters to me.? Sascha snatched the letter and lit a match. Deep inside, his heart ached to watch the paper burn. He knew he really messed up with her, and he knew that he would regret every second of every day of every year. Erica was gone for good this time.[/color][/font] Here's a short story of mine, I'm hoping you remember this one ^_^ [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44230][b]The Bikini Bandits[/b][/url]

[color=#141416]Well, I haven't made manga myself, but I do draw characters. It takes a while, but I start off with thinking of what I'm looking for. I think up a little biography or a personality I want a character to have. I then try and match that bio/personality with a style that suits. It helps to look at all sorts of anime pictures, and different styles of manga, to get a vague visual. By then, I find certain aspects in what I've looked at, put them together/reposition/redesign/etc, and I start drawing. Go into drawing without a grand expectation. You don't want to get your hopes up, but also, you don't want to get a bit arrogant. Don't think of the outcome, just concentrate on your drawing, shading, and coloring (if you use color). Once you feel you've done all you wanted, step back and take a look. Don't be afraid to reach out for constructive criticism. As harsh and distasteful as some of it may be, it does help; it pushes you to do better.[/color]

[QUOTE=Lunox] [color=darkslateblue] But I assumed that if you have a bunch of gunfire and bombs coming your way you're not going to be staring at the girl next to you because she has big boobs. And I'm pretty sure that goes for the girls, too. That's what I was thinking when I wrote that, anyway. [/color][/QUOTE] [color=#141416]I'm telling you, BDU's (battle dress uniforms) do not flatter the figure at all ^_^ In fact, they make you look a few pounds heavier than you are. 1) You'd be surprised at some of the men in the military; they can be absolute pigs. I'm not trying to right or wrong anyone, but there are those few that are just unbelievable--even in dire situations. Makes anyone want to strangle them. It's like a group of friends, there's always that one jerk, one dork, one psycho, so on and so forth. 2) You're right. You wouldn't worry about if a girl has a nice body, or guy, if action hit. In fact, during BMT (basic military training), there was no attraction to the male flights/female flights whatsoever. We were all too busy worried about keeping our tails from getting stepped on. But we pulled together when it mattered. If you lagged, no one cared if you were a guy or girl, you were just as wortheless to the team. That's just a training environment; imagine a battle/war zone. Once your adrenaline starts pumping, it doesn't matter who you are; if you can handle it, you're one of the guys. [/color]

[color=#141416]That was..interesting. Takes a new level to "a man's best friend". Only, it was for chickens, lol. I've lost a beloved pet. It was heart-wretching. His name was "Boo-Boo" because we adopted him on Halloween, and he was a Chinese Char-Pei (wrinkly dogs). He was so adorable and chunky, and had to be right at your feet everywhere you went. Well, little did we know, Boo-Boo was born with a brain tumor and for months, we would never have expected it. Unfortunately, he started acting strange; scratching at his nose, walking a few paces before sitting down and trying to drag himself, and making this disturbing grunting sound. My brothers and I watched over him while my parents talked to several vets. Over the span of 2 hours, we watched Boo-Boo pass away on our dining room floor. It was the most painful thing I've ever watched....I can't get into details, I'm sorry. But I'll start crying, it was that horrible.[/color]

[color=#141416]Speaking in a woman's shoes, who is in the military, I say let women fight. If that is their motive to join the armed forces, then why hold them back? They want to kill, let them. We women need to let out some frustration every once in a while ^_^ Seriously, I know a lot of females whose sole purpose for signing up was to have the chance to fight. Women have every right to fight if they want to. The times have changed, men! Women are capable of doing anything they want, always have been, but were sheltered. If a woman decides she wants to be a "tough guy", then let her prove her worth. Distractions? Well, if the woman is distracted by male soldiers, then she doesn't belong where she is. If it's an intended goal to distract the male soldiers--just because she's a woman soldier, then the woman needs to be put back in her house where she belongs. War is just that; war. Fighting is just that; fighting. It shouldn't matter what gender you are; as long as you do your job.[/color]

[color=#141416]Yes, I would definitely go with Photoshop CS. First of all, you have to have version 7 to upgrade Photoshop to CS [2]. If you are looking to do your own banners/avatars and other graphics, Photoshop 7.0 or higher is what you're looking for. I have CS and still trying to figure out some features, so it'll keep you busy ^_^ Like Retribution said, Illustrator is more for making videos and organizing slideshows.[/color]

[color=#141416]Homophobia can be cruel, but it doesn't help to lash out at them. They just fear what they don't understand, or it may be a religious thing. Whatever people feel towards you for being homosexual is their problem, not yours. As long as you feel comfortable with your sexuality, that's all that matters. Confidence is power and comfort; as long as you know who you are--without worrying what others think you are--nothing can touch you. Lowering yourself into flamming people is senseless; they won't care, or listen. They will believe what they believe, and rarely ever give it a second chance. Especially with homosexuality. The moto I'm working on, and you should try it also, is "kill them with kindness". It's something my manager told me when I worked at the coffee shop. People are jerks, but instead of getting steamed up on it, just smile and be kind to them. That drives people up the walls more than fighting with them.[/color]

[color=#141416]I will use quotations around my character's name and possessive pronouns (such as he/she, hers/his) because I'd like my character's gender to be unknown. Let's see who can figure it out ^_^ But for the sake of writing in the RP, when other's refer to my character, they may use the dominant possessive pronoun: "he/him/his". That just makes it easier to write. [b]Name[/b]- "Seth" Guildsley [b]Age[/b]- "20" [b]Race[/b]- "Human" (explained in bio) [b]Home planet[/b]- Venus [b]Appearance[/b]- [url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/guy/4-1.htm]Seth[/url] [b]Biography[/b]- For as long as "Seth" could remember, he knew he was different from all of his friends. Seth was far beyond the intelligence expectations for a very young age. Concerned, and curious, his principal forced him--then a third grader--to take a placement test. Seth aced the simple test in a matter of minutes. After a few tries, with harder tests, the principal declared that Seth had the knowledge of seven grades higher than he was. With this on his shoulders, Seth became what young kids his age dubbed "a freak". It was abnormal for 9 year old child to have a 16 year old's IQ, and beyond. Seth became withdrawn from other children; not that he intended it, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't fit in with children his age, and he would be shoved aside from the older children/teenagers for being a "little twirp". All the tests meant nothing to Seth in trying to figure out his place. What really tipped the scale for him was when he turned 13. The day of his thirteenth birthday, on the thirteenth of October, Seth was struck with a headache so painful, he had to be rushed to the hospital. His body ached all over, in every possible joint and muscle; his skin felt as if it were on fire, yet, he did not sweat a drop. The only memory he has is the pain, the whiteness of the emergency room, and several doctors staring down at him. When he woke up, it seemed as if his body had never had the aching fit. He felt normal, if not excellent. When he questioned his parents of the details, they hesitated. Both shifted in their seats. His father looking to his mother who sat majestic and calm. Her face did not sway with the anxiety his father's did. "Seth", his mother began, "you already know you are different from your peers. How different is the question. Your father and I wanted to wait until you were old enough to hear our truth. Though, you were old enough to understand many years ago. However, your [i]mind[/i] would not be able to [i]process[/i] the information we wanted to tell you." Seth blinked in confusion. His mother was talking to him as if he were programmed. "Seth, dear," his mother continued, "I am a robot. Model type ZX-04. Your father is human, but I am not. Now, you are part robot in the sense of that you do not have a human brain. Your 'mind' is a computerized chip that is programmed with all of the intelligence you need, but you can still learn. What happened to you yesterday was your program rebooting itself; starting the puberty program/phase of your life. Your body will start to transition and transform as a normal human body would. Aside from your 'mind', you also have special blood. Instead of all human blood cells, your blood is composed of mostly nanomachines. They enable your body to heal rapidly and maintain a stable immune system." Somehow, Seth knew. It was something he'd always questioned. His mother's mannerisms weren't totally lifeless or cold, but she had seemed to be so opposite of his father. Discussion went further into how she and Seth were illegal, and how no one must know; like Seth had anyone to tell. As the news channels started to touch more on the heated topic of illegal robots, Seth learned about the "key robot" and its powers. Supposedly, this robot held the power to rule the universe, or destroy it. Seth figured that if this robot exsisted and held vast powers, maybe it could grant him the wish of not being a robot. His wish: To be reborn into humanity in full form. To eliminate all of his miserable childhood memories, and to re-grow up as a normal human child. [/color]

[color=darkgreen]From what I've read so far, I'd have to say that [b]xXx-Holic, Tsubasa: Resevoir Chronicles,[/b] and [b]Chobits[/b] are the best. I adored Chobits ^_^[/color]

[size=1]Sorry for the long wait, work has been hectic.[/size] [b]9:43 PM[/b] The minutes passed like hours. Kayla?s eyes remained closed through the trip; there was nothing to look at, and the fumes began to burn. She assumed Roger had been driving through a suburb due to the fact that the turns and straight-ways were smooth and short-lived. Quick stops at a four-way intersection gave no noise. All was quiet. No horns, no screeching tires, no speed bumps; thank God. The car came to a slow stop, and sat there for a moment or two before the vehicle bounced. Kayla heard the driver?s door open and close lightly; as if Roger didn?t want to disturb the peaceful environment. Kayla?s thoughts raced to find a way into the back seat of the car; Roger had left the cab at an idle. If there was a way to get through the back of the seat, Kayla had a chance to steal the car. Cramped up and sweaty, Kayla painstakingly shifted and turned to press her feet flat against the back seat. With a deep breath and a brace against the roof of the trunk, Kayla brought one leg up as far as she could and delivered a kick to the back of the seat. It barely budged and a crackling sound gave her hope that she had broken something loose. She pulled her leg back again and slammed her foot harder against the old plywood. It cracked again and gave way about an inch beneath her foot. [I]Yes, just a few more..[/I] Kayla thought excitedly as she drew back both legs. But her joy was shattered by the sound of Roger?s voice. She paused to listen for an estimated distance. He sounded faint, but that could also be that he was keeping his tone down to let neighboring people sleep. She decided to just push on the seat with all her might, hoping not to attract attention. She pressed her hands on the roof and began to push the back of the seat. All of her muscles ached from being confined and stretched with the abrupt force. Her veins pulsed with strain, her thigh muscles began to spasm, but she was not about to give up. No, not when the seat finally gave way and her feet fell through. She lay still for a minute to listen for Roger. No movement or sound encouraged Kayla to slowly scoot herself through the small space. Luckily for her, she was just small enough to barely fit. [I]Man, all of those trips to the gym actually work..[/I] Kayla giggled to herself as she slid to the floor of the backseat. She carefully peeked her head to glance out of the window; Roger was standing in front of the house?s front door. He was knelt down, talking lightly into the mail slot. His tight jeans squeezed his body, the raggedy belt he wore stretched disdainfully causing his fat to bulge over. Roger had no care for his lack of underwear, the small of his back showed more than what Kayla had ever asked to see. Disgusted and flowing with anxiety and fear, Kayla fumbled to climb into the front seat of the car. To her dismay, Roger had stood up and pointed at the car. Maybe she hadn?t been seen. Maybe Roger wasn?t paying enough attention. Maybe she was ducked down far enough. No. Kayla?s frantic hopes had been crushed as Roger bolted from the small, concrete porch and sprinted for the cab. Trying hard not to scream, Kayla shifted the cab into drive and slammed on the gas pedal. The car skidded and took off, leaving Roger just feet behind. Excited and somewhat relieved, Kayla sped through a four-way intersection; she was heading straight for the nearest police station. She glanced up in the rear view mirror to see a small speck under a far off street light. A small chuckle erupted in her throat and she brought her attention to the road in front of her to see a stray dog in her headlights. [b]?Fuck!?[/b] With a quick jerk of the steering wheel, Kayla veered to the left of the dog. She spared its life, but only added more chaos to hers. The wheel wretched free from her grip and spun the car into a parked sports utility vehicle. Fortunately, Kayla?s momentum deployed the tired airbag. The car?s radiator hissed and the sweet smell of antifreeze drifted into the cab. Kayla?s vision blurred and swirled. She cursed herself for being so stupid. She attempted to move her legs, but the impact pinned the steering wheel just above her kneecaps. The radio Roger used to communicate to central dispatch fuzzed and an exhausted voice mumbled the identification number of the now dismantled car. Kayla tried to call out for help, but realized that she had to first grab the mic. Her bloody hand trembled forward; her fingers barely able to touch the old communications device. Her strength proved worthless against a small button that required no major movement. But her body hurt all over from the accident, even a simple push of a button was agony. She finally mustered enough to press the button; now the hard part, to talk. [b]?H-help..some-some body help..? ?Who is this? What?s your number?? ?H-elp..ple-please..?[/b] Kayla?s voice cracked. Her eyes stung with tears and blood that had seeped from a wound to the forehead. [b]?What?s your location?? ?I..I don?t know?I was..in a c-car accident..? ?Sweety, you?ll have to give me a landmark or street name,?[/b] the once annoyed voice became a bit more concerned. Kayla muttered the street and cross-street and tried to control her breathing. The cab dispatch instructed her to stay calm and remain still. They promised help was on the way. They coached her into keeping brief contact. But nothing could comfort her; paranoia set in. Where was Roger? Did he see the accident? Did he hear it? Would he come for her? How far had she really driven? [b]10:24 PM[/b] Kayla?s consciousness faded, and she pinched herself to keep from going to sleep. Impatient, scared, and paranoid, she tried to wriggle the steering wheel up enough for her to slide out of the driver?s seat. However, she was too weak. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Hopelessness crept up on her like a hungry panther. She was alone in the pain, the dark, and the silence. But not for too long, the distant sound of sirens grew louder and louder. Soon, Kayla was able to see the strobes of blues and reds. She couldn?t move to see, but she assumed it was a police officer. One door was heard and one stream of a flashlight was seen darting back and forth; bouncing with the step of the approaching officer. Help had come.

[color=darkgreen]I can't say much for the other military bases, I only know that mine stays; and frankly, that's all I care about at the moment. I'm still in a frenzy of what I want to do, so it would have been total chaos if my base closed. For any other military members, I do hope that if your base closed you'll be taken care of.[/color]

[color=darkgreen]Right on, right on. I joined Adult Swim a long time ago. It was so unorganized and disfucntional (for my tastes), I left after maybe two or three posts. I don't even remember my username there. The members were not only disrespectful to anime, but to other members. I posted in a Trigun thread, and got attacked--well, an attempted attack--by some little twirp who declared Inuyasha pwns all anime. I was a member of the OB before I signed up for AS, and I'm amazed with the OB's quality. Even being a member after 2 years, I'm just awed by the people, and the environment. I've been to many other boards, and am a member of a few others, but none can compare to what James has going here. And the best has yet to come.[/color]

[color=darkgreen]I most definitely do not agree with incest, in any way. Royalty or poverty, incest/interbreeding between family members isn't right. Why? Medical reasons, mainly. Who would want to risk their children with physical and/or mental handicaps and/or retardation? Who would risk their child's mentality and emotional stability as they grew older? I sure as hell wouldn't risk it. It's hard enough to be a "normal" child/teenager in today's society. And having that shadow of "your parents are blood related?" over right behind you wouldn't help at all. Besides, if you were the parent of a child who was conceived during an act of incestuous intercourse, how would you be able to keep that from your child? How, when the child [i]may[/i] be physically disfigured, could you explain to them why they look the way they do? I just don't see how incest could ever be considered "okay". Now, for the topic at hand: it's kind of impossible to say that incest could be illegal. How would that be inforced, for one. You can't stop people from having sexual intercourse. And I don't see how sexual acts could be regulated. [/color]

[color=darkgreen]They all look excellent. You seem to really do well with abstract pictures, and that's great. I don't really see too much abstract artists here on the OB. I think you and Retribution are those artists, that I've seen anyway. They are really bright and busy, leading the eyes to wander around and look for things. Very nice.[/color]

[color=darkgreen]I am currently driving a 1996 Ford Bronco (Eddie Bauer edition)..however that was spelled. It drives really nice, and surprisingly has a very good turning radius for a big clunker. I absolutely adore it, but it's not technically my truck. My parents own it, and are selling it T_T When it gets sold, I have to fix up my 1991 Nissan Maxima. I don't know what's wrong with it at the moment, but I might just have to take it into the dealership. Bleh, there goes my arm and leg. I plan on selling that and getting a truck. Maybe a Chevy or Dodge.[/color]