Annie

[color=#161414]All right, sign-ups are done. Those of you who are accepted, congratulations and I hope we can have a good time together. To everyone else, thank you for putting up your sign-ups. And I hope you keep up in reading the story. [b]Accepted[/b] [list][*]Raiha [*] Dragon Warrior [*] Corey [*] Gavin [*] ^.^ [*] Lunai [*] Kitty[/list] Questions? Comments? Feel free to PM me. The thread will be up in the Adventure Square sometime today. Thank you all.[/color] [color=darkgreen][b]Edit[/b]- Oops, I forgot my character ^_^; [b]Name[/b]- Wendy Darling [b]Age[/b]- 15 [b]Character[/b]- Wendy, the Story Teller [b]Appearance[/b]- The young woman stands around 5' even and only weighs 100 pounds. For the sake of this adventure, Wendy is yet again wearing a night gown. Instead of plain white, she now has a full-lengthed, pink satin gown. Due to her body's adjusting to its mature form, her temperature shifts alternately, forcing Wendy to wear a white bath robe and socks. [/color]

[color=#161414]OtakuBoards allows avatars to be 80x150 pixels. Anyway, here's my attempt:[/color]

[color=indigo]I like to use emoticons. Not the little smilies that you see to the right of your screen when you reply to a thread. Little things like: O.o, ^-^, -_-, :p So on, and so forth. Why I do this? Maybe it's because I lack the creativity these days to just write out things. I really can't tell. Another thing I do is use * to pose an action. Example, *laughs* I use this alot in my writing. Not in RP writing though. Mainly when I'm talking on AIM or updating myO. Excuse, probably the same excuse as above. It's a lazy thing, I suppose. A habit I'm trying to break.[/color]

[color=indigo]All right, to adjust your cookie settings you will need to go to your Control Panel. There, you'll see a listing of options; choose the Security Center. At the bottom of the window, you should see three options: "Internet Options", "Windows Firewall", and "Automatic Updates". [This is assuming you use Windows XP? If not, I'm sure there is something similar in your control panel] You're going to want to choose the "Internet Options". There it will give you a list at the top; choose "Privacy". This is where you set your cookies. I have mine on medium high. It all depends one what you want to do. It will give a detail as to which level would be best for you. Good luck with that.[/color]

[color=indigo]Is it possible that somehow theOtaku.com is blocked from your computer? Or, it may be a problem with your computer's cookie settings. Something like this happened to me a while back, and I was baffled. Someone suggested adjusting my settings on the cookies. You could try that; adjusting the cookie settings. [/color]

[color=indigo]I am going to have to say between the two, I'd have to lean more towards Slipknot. Don't get me wrong, I love Mudvayne. A wonderful band, really. Some of their songs are awesome, but most of them are just--irritating? And what's more irritating is that Mudvayne is starting to swing into the mechanical-like world of popularity. Meaning, they're starting to sound like everyone else. While Slipknot, on the other hand, has only proved to be getting better. I've listened to their albums, and they haven't bent over backwards to form to what every other band has. I'm very satisfied with their newest album, Vol.3: Subliminal Verses. They haven't lost their original sound, but they have improved greatly. The lyrics are crazy, clear, and audible. And the good thing about that, the instrumentals is still clear and amazing. [/color]

[quote name='doukeshi03][COLOR=DimGray][SIZE=1] I have seen bits, though regrettably not a full episode and from what I have seen it seems to be a very well thought out a executed show, not cheesey or smutty at all.[/SIZE'][/COLOR][/quote] [color=indigo]Exactly, this is precisely why I love this show. I missed it last night. But, thank god for re-runs ^_^ It shows tonight at 9 PM (eastern). The show leads you to believe that it's actually real. All of the actresses are brilliant actors, and their sense of comfort with their roles is amazing. They all work really well with one another--being able to act so intimately with another woman is a very hard position in acting. And they all handle it with such maturity and seriousness. I believe that is why the show is not smutty or cheesey. I cannot wait for tonight's [re-run] episode.[/color]

[color=indigo]Yeah, that was quite disturbing. Why do I get the mental image of Bam Margera's father in his underwear for Jabba? Anyway, I liked how Chewy and his pal chatted (the bathroom scene). It was realistic, yet fun. Sorry, but I had to think of Han Solo in that part. Just the way they argued.[/color]

[color=indigo]Well Gavin, dear. A walk down memory lane is what I had in mind. I just never had time to gather the RPGs that meant something to me. So, if you'll take a look, you'll see I have collected some RPGs that you might remember ^_^ Enjoy seeing my terrible posting quality ^_^;[/color]

[color=#161414]Well, it would be nice to know a little bit more on what you're looking for. Like, are you looking for a DBZ-esque look, gothic look, bubbly look..you know what I mean? It's kind of hard making a banner when I don't know what you really want. Just list off a couple of anime's you like. I'll have an idea of what to look for then.[/color]

[color=#161414]"What are your thoughts?" "Thoughts on what?" We stared at each other. Her green eyes wandered over my face; searching for an answer she desired. I couldn't fell her hand caressing my knee, nor could I help my reaction. I could only flinch. "On [i]us[/i], Annie. What do you feel?" "I can't feel."[/color]

[color=#161414]Hey all you bikini fans! Is this a new chapter?! No. It's an alternate ending. Soon after I ended the saga, I received some little complaints about how the story ended. So, in lights of the requests for a [b]real[/b] ending, I've created you all an alternate ending. The chapter remains unchanged, until you reach the end. If you are a new member, or a member who didn't read this chapter, good for you. Now you get to see the ending without the "cliff hanger". Enjoy! [center][IMG]http://img189.exs.cx/img189/3314/faye087ew.jpg[/IMG] [color=#404142][i]Chapter 10: The Finale of Her[/i][/color] [/center] Annie's skin burned under James' stare. The tip of the dagger pierced her skin, ever slightly to draw a single drop of blood. She winced, and tried to move to the side. But the further she moved, the deeper the dagger pierced. [b]"Might as well--give up,"[/b] James snickered. [b]"No. Drix will be set free, with no charges,"[/b] Annie glared, [b]"I don't care what happens to me. Just as long as you let him go." "Quite the martyr, Annie. You'd do this for an OB criminal?"[/b] scowled James. The tension between the two seemed to drip from their eyes. Annie's mind raced, along with her heart. She desperately tried to think of a plan, but the lack of oxygen was slowly taking its toll. Her vision blurred, her head nodding from dizziness, her strength-hold on James loosening. He smiled and pulled back his dagger, allowing Annie to sink to the floor. He crouched in front of her, keeping his grip around her throat. [b]"You didn't answer. Such disrespect,"[/b] James waved the dagger mockingly, [b]"Not good for a Geisha." "He's..not a criminal.."[/b] Annie breathed, her hand slowly sinking to her side. [b]"Plotting to harm Adam? You don't find that criminal? You really disappoint me,"[/b] he hissed. [b]"I'm telling you..you have the wrong..person, James.."[/b] Annie tried to sway. Her attempts only seemed to anger the site director even more. This became more relevant when he threw the dagger at the wall cenimeters from Annie's face. [b]"You will go down, Annie. And Drix shall accompany you." |-In the basement..-|[/b] After moments of bickering and arguing with Syk3, he finally relented. [b]"Fine, I will do this. Only because you two are pussies,"[/b] the mod marched triumphantly into the darkness. Corey and Kane smiled happily, following after Syk3. The room, or lair, or wherever they were was damp and musty; just as one would expect from a spooky, unknown--place. The three treaded carefully, their eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. Not one sound was heard, other than their footsteps. [b]"I wonder how the girls are doing.."[/b] Kane wondered aloud. [b]"Hopefully, better than us,"[/b] Syk3 grumbled, still being pushed ahead. [b]|-Elsewhere..-| "Where are we?"[/b] Sonata fumbled in darkness. [b]"I think..we're in a closet,"[/b] Jamie guessed. [b]"Ouchies! ;_; Yeah, we're definitely in a closet, because I just sat on a hanger,"[/b] Kitty whined. [b]"Let's get out of here,"[/b] Sonata pushed on the closet door. The three girls tumbled out of the cramped closet, followed by an array of random things. They stood up on wobbling legs, dusting each other off. The room looked to be a storage room. There was loads of books and papers popping out of file cabinets. Kitty and Sonata pulled out a few books. [b]"These are old versions,"[/b] Sonata held up the book she had. [b]"Really? This book has the listing of members.."[/b] Kitty thumbed through. [b]"C'mon girls, we have to look for Drix,"[/b] Jamie gestured to the door. [b]|-In the basement-| "Damn it all. Syk3? Did you do it this time?"[/b] Kane growled, fanning in front of his face. [b]"I most certainly did not! :o"[/b] Syk3 spun around. [b]"It wasn't me,"[/b] Corey threw his hands in the air in defense. [b]"If it wasn't any of us, then who was it?"[/b] They pondered for a moment and threw glances at one another. A low jingle distracted the three. The jingle grew louder and impatient. It may have sounded intimidating, but for an odd, and unexplainable, reason, the noise never closed in on them. [b]"Why did it have to be us?"[/b] Kane dropped his hands to his sides. Suddenly, the jingle stopped. But it was quickly replaced with a dull moan. The three spun opposite directions. Corey was the first to break off from the group. He tip-toed towards the faint voice. [b]"H-Hello?"[/b] He waited for a response, and was satisfied when the moan quickly perked up to an audible word. [b]"H-help.."[/b] the voice cried out. [b]"Guys! I hear someone!"[/b] Corey called over his shoulder. Kane and Syk3 tripping over each other, quickly rushed to Corey's side. They advance closer, calling out every now and again. The voice whispers almost frantically. The group of three ventured deeper into the dampness; the temperature dropping rapidly. [b]"Who's there?"[/b] Syk3 asked. [b]"Do you think it's Drix?"[/b] Corey hurried his step. [b]"Possibly, just be careful guys,"[/b] Kane advised. [b]|-In the main room-|[/b] Dust from the sheetrock near Annie's face settled on her slumped shoulder. Her mind wandered through any possibilities, unfortunately for her, she couldn't see any. She would miss the fun times on the OB, the strange and eccentric AIM conversations, the friends she had made. Perhaps it was time for her to move on; after all, this was only the internet simulating this situation. Maybe she needed to disconnect, get a grip on reality. She placed her hands flat on the floor, allowing James to finish his attack. As soon as she had decided to give up, an opportunity arose. On the floor, under her right hand, lay the ivory fan. It may not be a razor-sharp dagger, but it may help her. [b]"And last, but not least of disappointment,"[/b] James leant forward to whisper in Annie's ear, [b]"Giving up [i]so[/i] easily." "I..wouldn't be so..sure,"[/b] Annie coughed, and thrust her balled fist into James' stomach. The blunt end of the fan buried into his ribs, forcing James to release his grip on Annie. He coughed and fell backward, clutching his stomach and ribs. Annie fell forward, taking in a deep, strained breath. The muscles in her throat contracted and slowly relaxed from the abrupt movement. James climbed to his feet, still clamping onto his stomach. Annie fumbled over her kimono but stood on her own. [b]"I've..had enough.."[/b] she sputtered, reaching back to grab the dagger and jerk it from the wall. [b]|-The Dampness-| "Drix? Is that you?"[/b] Kane stretched his arms to his side, feeling the wall for any sign of a light switch. [b]"K-Kane?"[/b] the voice questioned. [b]"That is me, yes." "Where the hell have you guys been?! It's dark, it's cold, it's fucking germ-ridden down here!"[/b] The three stopped. [b]"Yup, it's Drix." "Don't just stand there you nit-wits; get me out of here!"[/b] Drix bellowed, [b]"There's a light switch somewhere on that wall." "Which one?" "I don't know." "Well god damnit,"[/b] Syk3 shook his fist, very shakily too. [b]"I can hear the direction you guys came from. The light switch should be on the wall you are using as a guide."[/b] Kane, Corey, and Syk3 searched the wall. Like the main basement, the walls seemed to be clean. This made the three more comfortable. [b]"Aha! I have it,"[/b] Corey shouted in victory and flicked a little switch. Light flooded the room. [b]All four: O.O...>_

[color=indigo]Wow, yes. It's been a while since I've updated this. Well, I don't have much to update on ^-^ But I do have an RPG in the works, and I've added that to my list of my first post. Please check it out, I still need a couple of people. I am thinking, depending on the number of people I have, I will close the sign-ups on Monday. If I do not get any other participants, I'll still close the sign-ups and just do the best I can with the peeps I have.[/color]

[color=#161414]Well, I love angels. [b]Especially,[/b] Angel Sanctuary. So, here is my shot at this. (please forgive me, I'm new to the Photoshop)[/color]

[QUOTE=Taylor Hewitt]I downloaded some new brushes and thought I'd try them out and do some abstract stuff or w/e this is what I got. Feedback please. [img]http://img107.exs.cx/img107/4126/thabstract9mu.png[/img][/QUOTE] [color=#161414]I love it. Of course, I really love purple. I'm not sure if I would have put the text smack-dab-in-the-middle, but I think it looks really great. It just looks bold and in your face. [/color]

[color=#161414]No, the "L" isnt for "love". Well, I suppose it could be. But I think the "L" stands for "lesbian". Because that is what the show is about. Showtime has produced a wonderful television show for Sunday nights. It is about a group of friends who happen to be lesbians. What I like about this show is how it takes you through all of their lives, giving insight on how it is to be a woman, and a lesbian. Their lives are pretty complicated, and so real when it comes to their sexuality. It doesn't portray a lesbian as your typical stereotype biker woman, or dominatrix-esque woman. Rather, if you watch the show, and how the women act, it's as if they aren't lesbian. Their roles are so real, it's just crazy to think that they are actually gay. Most of the women, if you look at them, you wouldn't be able to tell. I just love the show. I love how it isn't fake or cheesy. I suggest watching it. The "L" Word airs on Sunday nights, 10 pm (Eastern).[/color]

[color=#161414]I am for and against this. There were times where I had made some outrageous, and embarrassing, posts. And if the option of deleting them myself were available, I would have used it. But it's just simple to find out which moderator/team leader is on line and send them a PM. They don't have a problem, as long as you give them a valid reason. I do like the fact that only mods/team leaders/and admin are the only people who can delete threads. There was a thread I participated in a while back, and I wanted to use a post of mine from that thread to prove a point..but it got deleted. That really sucks when it's an RPG, too. [/color]

[color=#161414]All right people, nice sign-ups so far. A couple of people I wasn't expecting, which is delightful. Thank you all. For those of you who still need to finish your character, please do so as soon as you can. Gavin, I understand why you cannot finish yours, and for that I apologize; it was my fault you can't base your character yet. Sign-ups are [b]still open[/b] to whomever would like to join. I'll leave them open til Monday. It would be nice to have at least one more Lost Boy, and one assistant to The Villan.[/color]

[color=#404142]I cannot explain how excited I was when I saw it was up. I was so worried I wasn't going to get a shot at it--you know, because I was gone all last month. The graphics are morbidly delectable ^-^ And the way you described [b]Mr. Wonka[/b] was absolutely dreamy. It's odd, he frightens me, yet I am attracted to him. Well, you already knew that. I am pretty sure it was obvious when we talked about [b]Wonka Inc.[/b] :catgirl: [/color]

[color=#3A005C][size=2][b]Violet Beauregarde Parent/Guardian[/b]- Mr. Beauregarde. [b]Age[/b]- 13 [b]Vice[/b]- Bubblegum. Any brand, any flavor. [b]Biography[/b]- [b]"Mr. Beauregarde, what do you think about Mr. Wonka? Do you think he could buy your car lot out from under you?" "Over my dead body! Mr. Wonka may be a billionaire, but he would keep it wise in his mind to stick to his chocolates,"[/b] Mr. Beauregarde, a reasonably wealthy man, glared into the lense of the camera. [b]"And what about you, Violet? What do you think about Mr. Wonka? Why do you love that gum so much?"[/b] the reporter shoved a foam-covered microphone into the young girl's face. She wrinkled her nose at the smell that it had collected over the years. Cigarette smoke, spit, humidity, and whatever plagued a human's breath burried itself deep into the sponge-like material. Its stench was enough to force Violet to jerk back. [b]" 'That gum'? Please give Wonka Inc. the respect of calling it by the name it was given. It's called "Chewy-gooey Cherry Delight bubblegum". And to answer your first question. What do I think about Mr. Wonka? I think Mr. Wonka is genius. I think Mr. Wonka is very talented. I think Mr. Wonka is extraordinarily attractive. I think Mr. Wonka--no, I want Mr. Wonka,"[/b] the girl gave a quick glance at her father and blew a bubble of scarlet gum, [b]"That's just it. I want Mr. Wonka's genius, his talent, his sexuality. I think that would be everything I ever wanted." "B-but, you are barely twleve. Don't you think that's unappropriate?" "Absolutely,"[/b] said Violet with a smirk and a cute twist of bubblegum around her finger. The reporter gave a slight cough and wipped his glistening brow with a handkerchief. Mr. Beauregarde's face had lit up a cherry red. Whether it was anger or embarrassment, Violet couldn't quite make out; she assumed it to be both. [b]"Your daughter has a fine vocabulary. She must get that from you, Sir,"[/b] the now rattled reporter chuckled nervously, in hopes to lighten the mood. After the cameras and blitz left, Mr. Beauregarde swore to Violet that he would never be embarrassed such way again. He didn't allow Violet to return to her public school for the sake of his reputation. He hired a tutor for Violet, and didn't allow her to leave the house unless he accompanied her. The year passed with moderate criticism, gossip was unstoppable, only making Mr. Beauregarde more apt to be seen without his daughter. She didn't mind much anyhow. Her room was all she needed. Her closet became a collage of merchandise Wonka Inc. had to offer; Violet called it her "Shrine of Grotesque". The inner walls were covered from top to bottom with posters, newspaper clippings, magazine articles, CD covers and lyrics, and even candy wrappers. It was her safe haven away from her father. He never checked her closet; there was no reason to. Violet had not been afraid of monsters; least of all the "monster"--as her father calls Mr. Wonka--inside. One fateful afternoon, Violet had talked her father into taking her to the candy shop on the corner. The store was stocked full of chocolates, candies, and all things nice. The children pushed and shoved into the tall shelves, resulting in a shower of candy bars on the other side; the side Violet just happened to be walking down. To her curiousity, the large chocolate bars glittered with inlays of golden writing; advertising the Wonka Inc. competition. Though she was not particularly fond of chocolate, she was drawn to the thrill of that question: "what if I do have a golden ticket?" She had been a fan of Wonka Inc. The bubblegum that came from that factory was like no other Violet had ever put in her mouth. Violet purchased the candy bar she held lightly in her hand that afternoon. And in the safety of her home, she delicately peeled away at the baroque, rich paper wrapping. A light danced off of the surface of a golden corner, and onto a forming smile. [b]"Daddy, can we go?" "Well, we're going to have to. It'll bring the young audience to the car lot. I need that right now. So yes, we're going."[/b] [b]Appearance[/b]- [center][img]http://www.kidswithacause.org/usa/images/mara-wilson.jpg[/img][/center] Violet, fair-skinned and quiet, stands at short of five feet but not so much taller than four. She carries a body of a younger child, falsifying her blooming teen years. This young lady stays true to her name, meaning she always wears a garment of purple, violet, or lavander. Her usual garment is an array of [url=http://missnancysdesigns.com/laprecieux/Lipstick_purple_dress_small.jpg][b]sundresses[/b][/url] that are, for the most part, torn in places and hang loosely, as if they were a size too big. But thanks to her unique personality, sandals will not be seen on her feet. Rather, Violet embarrasses her father by strutting around a pair of worn out, black boots; never laced properly, and never without a good washing. Speaking of washing, Violet's hair is, perhaps, the only feature about her body she takes most care of. Straight and simple, yet brings so much attention for its delicious dark chocolate sheen; wonderfully complementing her pale green eyes. Mr. Beauregarde, on the other hand, a clean-cut, anal retentive man, can always be seen wearing a three-piece suit. He's a business man, you see, and he will conduct himself professionally with a black or navy blue suit with thin pinstripes. He makes it a point in combing his thick, ebony hair back in slick waves, almost always hidden under a matching hat. [/color][/size]

[center][size=3][b][u]The Shadow of Adventure[/b]:[/size][size=2] Return, Wendy.[/u][/size][/center] [i]"I grew up, your mother grew up. It is about time you do the same." This is a phrase all children will hear at least once in their lives. This lecture is normally to be given in the wake of a child's transition into becoming a teenager. The time when a child is oblivious to the real world around them, and stuck in the fantasy world they create for themselves. For some children, this speech sinks in and they succumb to their parent's wishes. But for others, the words flow as the wind. For them, they feel "growing up" is an adventure they are not ready to embark upon. All of their childish adventures had not been conquered just yet. There were still pirates to defeat, new countries to discover, treasures to be had, and endings to live happily ever after. These are the children that hold the key to a magic that lasts for all time. The magic that captivates all who hear their tales and adventures. Luckily for few children, the magic is not just a story; it is a true quest to conquer their make-believe fantasies. This was the case for a fanciful girl and her two younger brothers. Wendy, just shy of woman-hood, was the keeper of a child's imagination. She stayed in the nursery with her brothers, telling stories of the infamous Captain Hook and Neverland. Night after night, fun-filled stories of the ruthless pirate and his merciless attacks on Neverland's natives. And every night, little to Wendy's knowledge, the nursery window housed a visitor, a boy. He was the one who refused to grow up, who rode the winds, and spoke to mermaids. He was Peter Pan, a mere character in Wendy's story; or so she thought. It was one cold, winter's eve that Wendy's adventure came true. The eve that would change the life of the young girl and two boys forever. We all know of their adventure, the excitement and fantasy, the fairy tale; the belief. But what most of you don't know, is the adventure afterwords. This is my story. I, Wendy Mora Angela Darling, have one last tale to share...[/i] Two years have passed since the fall of the pirate, Captain Hook, and Wendy's return to her home. Soon after her return, she bid her father's wish to move out of the nursery, and began to take on more of an adult sense of responsibility. Thus, no more stories were to be told again. The unruly boy of Neverland was soon to fade into memory. Mr. Darling, a proud, hard-working man, felt it was time for his daughter to be sent away to a finishing school for young ladies. Despite her longing to stay a child forever with her brothers, Wendy could only obey. However, there was someone who thought otherwise. It was in the pleading of her youngest brother, Michael, that Wendy was tempted into telling just one last story. This story would bring about an unimaginable, and unexpected, adventure. One that would harbor a new, rotten villain. One that would bring a familiar shadow to Wendy's window. One, that would change her life..forever. [center][/center] [color=#161414][size=2]As you may have guessed, this is an RPG based on the wonderful, childhood classic. I was inspired by the 2003 version of [i]Peter Pan[/i]. I'm trying to accomplish the same feeling the movie gave me; a mature, blossoming love story. Keep in mind that when I say "mature", it does not mean in any way that the content of this RPG will be sexual. I will be monitoring for unacceptable sexuality throughout the story. [b][u]Sign-up[/u][/b] [list][*][b]Name:[/b] (Wendy will be played by me) [*][b]Character:[/b] [the villian, Peter, Neverland native (Tinker Bell, Indian, a lost boy, etc) or a brother to Wendy] [*][b]Age[/b]: [young characters will be between 11-16; older characters will be between 30-50; and if you are Tink, age doesn't apply] [*][b]Appearance[/b]: [picture or description] [*]*Bio[/list] [i]*This applies to a character that was not given in the original [b]Peter Pan[/b]. In example, the villian or any made-up character. Also, if your character was an original character, and you wish to give a bio, that's all up to you.[/i] [b]Note:[/b] Yes, I am aware that I didn't describe the villan. This I will leave to you [the members]. Here is were I'll look for creativity and imagination. Have fun ^-^ ...oh yes, I almost forgot: Have at it.[/color][/size]

[color=#404142] The tears have stopped flowing, leaving my eyes gritty and quenched of their moisture. My body now frail, flaccid; not even hunger can carve its way into my nerves. Inside my mind, he laughs and taunts. Inside my heart, he jeers. My eyes, mind, and heart can bear no more.[/color]

[quote name='Heezay]Perhaps the [B]POPE[/B] died from smoking too much [B]DOPE[/B]? Or maybe he hung himself from a [B]ROPE[/B], wait, [B]NOPE[/B]! Maybe he ate a bar of [B]SOAP[/B']![/quote] [color=#404142]What the hell is wrong with you? That was not funny in any way, shape, or form. I don't consider myself too religious, but that was uncalled for. Have some respect, and some descency; that man has done more for people than you can possibly fathom. May his soul rest in peace after years of battling several illnesses. [b]Edit[/b]- Oh, he's been banned..[/color]

[color=#404142]It is sad to see, but he's well into his 80's. I was surprised how his condition escelated, I'll say that. But what can you expect? He's a really old man, and has lived a dedicated life to his Lord. I just hope he goes in peace.[/color]

[color=#404142]Again, another great addition to the story, Shy. I'm still not sure what to think of Pops, or what's going to happen. Which is great, not knowing. It gets me to keep up and continue to read. There's one sentence that I picked up. [quote name='Shy']Pops the rear view mirror to get a better look at his mustache..[/quote] Does Pops "adjust the rear view mirror" or "looks in the rear view mirror"? That's the only problem I picked out. Petty, perhaps. But, it's the only problem I had with this entry.[/color]