Annie

[quote name='ThatOneOddDude']I have plenty of friends my age. They come over too, but they are often driven away by Zack who they share an equal annoyance towards. I usually can't go to my best friends fault because he is ALWAYS bowling. I am not a "nerd" and I don't want your pity. I pity the fool who pities me. You guys are making this much more than it actually is. Its not like I spend every second of my life hating this kid, I have a life thank you very much. The purpose of this thread is to ask if YOU are riddled with annoyance at someone..[/quote] [color=#404142]Haha! Ha! Ha!...ha. You have plenty of friends your age who are driven away because of this Zack. Then go with them. Always bowling? So, it's better than being stuck with Zack. Pity? Hahahaha!! No one's giving you pity. You seem to be seeking it; but you most certainly aren't getting it. Making much more of this than it actually is? C'mon, go read your posts. You have a life? Hm, doesn't sound like much to be sitting inside, and refusing to go outside. And I've stated my story.[/color]

[QUOTE=ThatOneOddDude] I like to hang w/ my bro's because we have all the same interests. If Im playing a video game, chances are he'll be playing it with me. As for what James said about going outside... ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Its dangerous out there! I could get bruised! And when I say he talks me into letting me in, I mean he hits a point of interest. For instance, if theres a game that I just got that he's played before and he knows something I don't know, he'll be like, "I can help you on *insert*" and I'll be like, "whatever."[/QUOTE] [color=#404142]Then what the hell are you doing here asking for help? You sure aren't listening to a damned thing anyone is saying/suggesting. If you want to contradict whatever your elders are saying to you, then we or anyone here can't do a thing. If anything is to happen, you have to be a big boy and do something about it yourself. Be a freakin' guy, quit being a pansy, and go outside. If you want our help, we'll give it our best. It's not like you're the only kid who goes through this. Going outside dangerous? Yeah, everything is dangerous. That's part of growing up; the world isn't going to stay sugar-coated for you. Jesus Christ, I've known 10-year olds who listen better and act more like their gender.[/color]

[QUOTE=ThatOneOddDude]Im thirteen, Zack turns 12 next month, and my brother just turned 12. I can't really ecape him for a few reasons. 1. My house is tiny and privacy is 100% impossible. Seriously, I can't even lock my own frikkin door.[/quote] [color=#404142]"Impossible"? Nah, improbable maybe. Just go into the bathroom and make some grunting noises.[/color] [quote] 2. I am ALWAYS hanging out with my bro. We're practically inseperable.[/quote] [color=#404142]How sweet. But, there comes a time in your life when you have to seperate. Otherwise, you'll want to kill each other...trust me.[/color] [quote]3. Even if my brother ain't here, he'll find some way to talk me into letting him in.[/quote] [color=#404142]Nope, you're just a pansy. Be tougher, and just tell him to go away. Then, ignore him. It's annoying, I know this; but if you don't wish to be violent with him, then you'll have to resort to other methods of cruelty. And depriving younger children of attention is very effective.[/color] [quote]4. I don't condone violence. If I were to fight him, I would be riddled with self-hipocracy.[/quote] [color=#404142]Kids hate the quiet game.[/color] [quote]5. When he comes over, he wants to play OUR games, not NWN. He takes a particular liking to Sonic Adventure 2 Battle. If he comes over, and nobody wants to hang with him, he'll sit there and play SA2B alone. I usually tell him he needs to go play it on his own Gamecube, but my broter wants him to stay, and he has a smaller TV so he wont leave.[/quote] [color=#404142]That's when you get up and you leave the children to play.[/color] [quote]*********** ********* ******* *** **** ***** ****** *******er[/QUOTE] [color=#404142]Grow up.[/color]

[color=#404142]I agree with Alex. Matt Damon is one amazing actor, and he really surprised me with his performances. He can form any character thrown at him. I first saw Damon in [u]Courage Under Fire[/u], starring Meg Ryan and Denzel Washington. His character was fascinating, and I feel that Damon was made for that part. He had to endure a load of physical stress to fit into his character. It was so bad for him, I heard the producers had to keep a doctor on set to monitor Damon's health. Talk about being the character, hm? But I believe, the most surprising performance will lie within a little girl. Her performance in every single movie she's starred in is just stunning, and at her very young age. I'm talking about Dakota Fanning. She's starred in several movies, and is such a mature actress. She played Mel Gibson's youngest child in [u]The Patriot[/u], the child who wouldn't talk. She played Sean Pen's daughter in the beautiful movie [u]I am Sam[/u]. She's casted with the most famous of actors, and she is remarkable in every performance. I've never seen another actor melt into their characters as Dakota does. And everyone made a big deal over the kid from the [u]Sixth Sense[/u], pft. He's got nothing on Dakota. Don't get me wrong, he's a great actor; but Dakota so pwns him.[/color]

[color=#404142]The incredible people I've had the honor and pleasure to get to know, talk with, and write alongside with. I have so many great [and bad] memories from the OB. All of which have changed me, and my writing. I would never be where I am today without my friend's support, advice, and constructive criticism [that goes for writing]. Personally, I probably would be a cold person if it weren't for some personalities from the OB. I've learned so much from everyone, and I'm still learning. I'm currently learning self-control ^-^ It's a hard struggle, but thanks to certain people, I'm getting better. Another reason why the OB keeps me here, the orginization. The OB is the cleanest site I've ever visited. The way James has this site set up is user friendly, and every one of the moderators are amazing at doing their job. Such creativity and care to keep the OB up and running, that says alot about the people who run it/help keep it alive. I respect that. I probably won't ever leave the OtakuBoards on will. I'd probably have to be forced out, lol.[/color]

[color=#404142]I can most definitely relate to this. Now, I've not discussed this openly, and I won't explain details. So, this will be cut and dry, but it will give you enough. Two years ago, I fell for this guy. His name, is Butthole [we shall name him this for obvious reasons that will unfold]. He and I real pretty good friends. We always hung out, always together, never argumentive. Well, one night, we went out to dinner and to play some pool. He confessed that he really liked me and that he wanted to kiss me. Now, he was 21 and I was 17. I never had any real experience with relationships. I was naive. However, I retorted in the fact that he had a girlfriend. Butthole then proceeded to spill his guts about how bad their relationship was, how badly she got on his nerves, how he was seriously thinking of breaking it up. I told him once he does that, then maybe we could talk something. However, me being a stupid, unexperienced teenager, Butthole decided that he wanted to screw with my mind. Promises of being together, of how much he really cared about me, all he whispered to me for many nights. And I, being a stupid, unexperienced, hopeless romantic, I waited on those promises and whispers. He gave me so much attention, so many promises...only to be crushed with a year of hoping and dreaming. He never left his girlfriend; he only used me. No matter how hard I tried to get away (which I succeeded for a short two months), he always pulled me under. It seemed I couldn't get away from him, no matter what my heart and mind told me. So, I left for the Air Force. It was there, in Basic Training, I realized how f^Ck#ng idiotic I was. I had wasted an entire year of my life; and I was emotionless--well, almost. I grew up in Basic Training, and I only thought of one thing. I was [b]not[/b] going to be subjected to my stupidity again. There is no way in Hell I would allow it. And when I got back, I didn't. He attempted to come around me; but quickly realized my hatred for him. To this day, his very [real] name makes me furious. It was wrong of him to even start anything. And what probably pisses me off, is myself. For allowing myself to become victim to that entire year. Everytime his name is mentioned, everytime I'm reminded of him, I'm reminded of my shame. Scarred? Most definitely. But scars don't kill. There's only one for me..one who's helped me to heal my wounds. And he's 1,982.2 miles away.[/color]

[quote name='Thing_one']I Am So A Bikini Bandit[/quote] [color=#404142]Heh, there's no way you can be. One, the story's over. Two, I don't know you. Three..the story's over? If you liked my story, please comment constructively. Tell me why you liked it, or what you didn't like about it. One-lined, non-descriptive posts are considered spam. Thanks everyone for your support throughout this story. It has been my privilege and pleasure writing this up. Thanks to those who put up with my crazy impersonations ^-^, and having incredible patience and dedication. Your support is what kept me posting. And it's because of your support that [i]The Bikini Bandits[/i] is my first, finished piece of literature. As for, "is this the end"? I'll leave your imaginations to wonder..[/color]

[QUOTE=Dragonboym2][COLOR=Blue]Recently though, after the recent preist scandal, a lot of Catholic churches in Boston have been shutting down. It makes sense, but still a lot of people don't have a place to pray. [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [color=#404142]You don't need a freakin' church to pray. A church is just a place to gather and talk about the "word of God". Praying can take place at school (silent prayer anyway), work, home, in a vehicle, wherever. Sure, it may help people to go into a church to pray. But it's definitely not the only place prayer is available. --is this topic even available to discuss after a month? I'm just curious o.O[/color]

[color=#404142]Princess_Keiko, your avatar frightens me to tears. Moving on, I can see the point of how a large piece on a woman's body would be unattractive. It would distract from the natural beauty of her body, which I find stunning in itself (mostly).[/color]

[color=#404142]I have no problem with woman being tattooed. I, myself, have two tattoos. I have a black/shaded dragon on my left shoulderblade, and a tribal mermaid (with some color) on my belly/naval. Tattoo is an art, some of it may be vulgar, but that doesn't justify it being unattractive. I like seeing girls with tattoos, especially if they are suggesting. Like where my mermaid is, if I were to wear low-cut jeans and a short T-shirt, you'd see the upper half of her. It leads your eyes to wander, and makes you ask yourself the question of "does it continue?" It doesn't have to be sexual either. A tattoo that trails up the back is very enticing. I also think tattoos can tell alot about the person's personality and style. Plus, they are fun to discover and talk about. I being an artist love to talk about them. It's just a fascinating art. To be able to put a detailed picture on skin, and it still looks as good as it does on paper [if done correctly], it's just amazing.[/color]

[QUOTE=Chabichou][COLOR=#004a6f] As for homosexuality (why is everyone so obsessed with it these days?), everyone is entitled to their beliefs about it. People who dislike it have good reasons for it, so you can't call it discrimination: [I]"There are many reasons why it is forbidden in Islam. Homosexuality is dangerous for the health of the individuals and for the society. It is a main cause of one of the most harmful and fatal diseases. It is disgraceful for both men and women. It degrades a person. Islam teaches that men should be men and women should be women. Homosexuality deprives a man of his manhood and a woman of her womanhood. It is the most un-natural way of life. Homosexuality leads to the destruction of family life." [/I][/color][/quote] [color=#404142]I can very well call it a discrimination. Homosexuals get discriminated every single day. Some jobs/career fields won't accept them. "Homosexuality deprives a man of his manhood, and a woman of her womanhood.." Bulls**t. Absolute bulls**t. Men can express their manhood no matter their sexual preference. Not every gay man is feminine. Even if so, they still have manhood to defend the ones they love. Homosexuality does not destroy a household on its own. And is definitely not the only way. Drugs, greed, dissimilarities, disagreements--these also break up families. As for harmful or fatal diseases, that is caused because some idiot can't use a damned condom. Safe sex, no matter the gender, is placed upon the couple. They choose not to use protection, that's their fault. Not because they are homosexual. I can't believe you quoted that. Wherever you dug that up, it's totally stereotypical and highly offensive.[/color] [quote=Chabichou][color=#004a6f] Okay, love is different than lust. A man can love his male friends, he can love his father, and his brothers.[/color][/quote] [color=#404142]I've not mentioned the word "lust". I am not saying a man can't lust. I'm talking about a man loving another man, just as one man would love a woman. The love where you can spend the rest of your life with one person, where lust isn't the issue, where you'd rather live your life without a care in the world about sex.[/color] [quote=Chabichou][color=#004a6f] However, I never said God hates homosexuals, he hates homosexual acts. If you commit a sin, it doesn't mean God will hate you. He hates the action, and you should repent and not do it again. Likewise, if you have homosexual urges but you don't act on them, God won't hate you.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [color=#404142]"..he hates homosexual acts...he hates the action.." God does not hate. From every religion I've been exposed to, it's my understanding that God does not hate. Your "God" may hate, and that's why I'll refuse to believe anything, or respect anything, you say about your God, your religion. I'm done with you.[/color] [quote=Drizzt Do'urden] Addressing everyone who said people who belive in their "religon" are ignorant, I'd like to pose another question to you. If you found something, that gave you the hope that you were going to a better place a life after death. Whether its reincarnation, Heaven, being reunited with the earth/nature, or just any better place.[/quote] [color=#404142]Um, I didn't understand what you wanted to know.[/color]

[QUOTE=Chabichou][COLOR=#004a6f] You people think you know so much and blurt out a bunch of crap you hear on racist sites.[/color][/quote] [quote=Chabichou][color=#004a6f] And why don't you just leave people alone about homosexuality okay? We believe in our religion and God says he despise homosexuality, and that it is a bad lifestyle, you know what I do? I listen to my lord! So deal with it![/COLOR][/QUOTE] [quote=Chabichou][color=#004a6f] There are others though, that made false statements as though they are facts and they think they're all smart or something. That really pisses me off.[/color][/quote] [color=#404142]Wow. Someone sounds like a child. So what if people don't know [b]everything[/b] about religion. That's why these threads are here. So people can come together and discuss, and learn. Yes, I'll say that I have not been right with everything I've said; I've never stated that I was right, everyone else was wrong. And yes, I can't speak for anyone else. I severely disagree with "God's" dislike to homosexuality. [b][Now, be noted that I will talking in a Christian/religious standpoint. For all of you who are agnostic or atheist, just listen, don't argue.][/b] God created every man equal, yes? Yes, for that is what the good book says. He loves his children; black, white, yellow, purple, whatever. He created man and he loves man. He forgives his children, even the mugs and murderers (that's what I was taught when I was religious). Man is equal. All of the racist discussion, that's man's discrimination; not God's. God didn't start all of the riots between blacks and whites in the past two-hundred years. As for homosexuality in that, why would God shun his children for loving another human being, whether they be man or woman? Why would it matter? Do not give me something I already know. "Because it's wrong in God's eyes." Oh yeah? But why? Who ever said God specifically said that homosexuality was wrong?[/psuedo religious speech] Only man have said such rubbish. I don't believe God (of any religion) would totally blow off his creation, his love, because they find love in the same gender. Humans just detest homosexuality because they don't understand it. [/color]

[color=#404142]If anything came between us, we wouldn't have known. But we were both entranced with the dream of running away to a far away place. Free from rules, free from society's icey glare, free from reason. A place where we can grow, love, and live. Wouldn't that be wonderful, Joe?[/color]

[color=#404142][size=1]I'm a liar. I said that I would leave with the conclusion of [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=45604][b]The Bikini Bandits[/b][/url]. However, I've got a week left, and was struck with an idea. I have to thank my momma for this one. She asked me if I knew where the salt-n-pepper steak spice was, and I replied "Annalisse [i]does not[/i] cook." This story is an actual real life event. It's been a while, but I will tell what I remember. The rest, I'll use my imagination.[/size][/color] [center][/center] [b]"How do cheesecake brownies sound?"[/b] my mother asked, rummaging through our pantry. [b]"Sounds good to me. We actually have brownies?"[/b] I looked over my shoulder. [b]"Yeah, do you want to make them?"[/b] she set the box of brownie mix on the counter beside me. The hot water ran over the sink of dishes that lay before me. I eyed this box carefully. The Pillsbury dough boy smiled at me; taunting me to attempt baking. I could swear he was meant to destroy me. In fact, his gesture of grabbing his belly and giggling that malicious giggle would be the death of me. There were times I had tried to bake cookies, or muffins even. But they were Sarah Lee or Betty Crocker, much more of a pleasant, homemaker feel. I never baked brownies, and I never liked Pillsbury. I turned my attention back to scrubbing the dishes, determined to throw that dough boy into the oven once and for all. Uneasy moments passed as my eye kept trailing back to that blue box. [b]"It's just brownies. How hard can they be?"[/b] I turned off the faucet, toweling my hands dry. There he sat, staring up at me with a devious smirk. Shaking my head, and cursing myself, I read the directions. Quite simple directions really; all I had to do was add on egg, and a tablespoon of oil. I tore open the top flap of the box and dumped its contents onto the countertop. The main, white packet of brownie mix and a smaller foil packet of the cheesecake filling. [b]"Hurry up, Annie,"[/b] Mother handed me a glass bowl and the egg. [b]"You know I can't cook, Momma,"[/b] I blushed, walking to the other end of the kitchen to grab the oil and tablespoon. My mother snickered and walked out of the kitchen. I turned back, staring at the foreign objects. Taking a deep breath, I marched confidently over to the counter and ripped open the white packet. To my dismay, light, brown powder puffed into my face. I stumbled backwards, dropping the mix into the bowl, and coughed and sneezed. The sweet powder settled in my nostrils, forcing my throat to itch as I breathed. [b]"Son of a-"[/b] I coughed once more before fanning the cloud of powder away from the bowl. [b]"Mix brownie powder with one egg,"[/b] I repeated the instructions and took the large egg into my hand, [b]"Then add one tablespoon of vegetable oil. Stir for five minutes, or until the batter is clump-free and smooth.."[/b] I smacked the egg lightly on the edge of the bowl and tried to pull the shell in half. However, I failed to crack the egg enough. Giving it one more try, the egg split open not just into the bowl, but all over my hands and the counter. I growled and tossed the shell into the trash, and picked out any remaining fragments that float in the mixing bowl. Frustrated, I grabbed for an over-sized spoon and began to mix. [b]"Pour contents into a non-stick, oven-safe pan. Take the cheesecake mix and pour ontop of the brownie mix. Use a knife to swirl and mix the cheesecake with the brownie mix. Place in oven at 375 degrees and leave in for thirty minutes, checking the middle of the brownies with a fork..."[/b] The brownie mix plopped into the pan; it looked more like chocolate pudding than brownies. Nonetheless, I squeezed the cheesecake filling onto the brownie mix and swirled it around with the tip of a butter knife. And like a child would a mixing batter, I licked the knife to find the cheesecake mix not as sweet as the brownie mix. [b]"You 'bout done in there?"[/b] Momma called out from the living room. We were planning on watching a movie while the brownies baked. What exactly we were to watch, I wasn't sure. All I knew is that I wanted to get these damned brownies into the oven, and out of my hair. [b]"Yeah, just got to throw them in,"[/b] I opened the preheated oven and slide the pan onto the middle rack. Smiling in triumph, I closed the oven and washed my hands. Victory over the dough boy at last, and it felt good. The pan of brownie and cheesecake mix looked like a piece of art. So abstract and smooth, like marble. I cleaned up my mess of chocolate powder and egg matter, and bounded into the living room. [b]"Took you long enough, geeze,"[/b] Momma teased after about five minutes into the movie. [b]"Give me a break. It was easy,"[/b] I eased back into the plush couch, [b]"All I had to do was add an egg and a tablespoon o--crap!"[/b] I leapt from the couch and slide across the linoleum floor into the kitchen. Frantically, I opened the oven and saw that the brownies had already begun to crust at the top. The baking process was underway. [b]"Let me guess, you forgot the oil?"[/b] [b]"I can't do anything about it, can I?" "Nope." "Great, I hope your teeth are strong. You'll be needing to gnaw."[/b] ~Dedicated to everyone who can't cook like me.

[color=#404142]Hm, it seems you wouldn't get far in that family. Would you like to be in a relationship where everytime you were near her family, you'd be very uncomfortable? It just seems that would be a rather discomforting position. If the girl really does like you, she'll either be persistant to her parents, or not even care what they think. Her parents are just set in their ways. There's nothing you, or she, can do about it, unfortunately. So, if she doesn't have the will power to stand up for what she holds dear, then the best option you may have is to be just friends. Perhaps over time, things will change. Maybe her parents will start warming up, you never know.[/color]

[color=#404142]Yes, I know. I'm not supposed to be here..but I can't resist.[/color] [quote name='Drizzt Do'urden']Though I know in today's government (Specifically the United States) cuts off our discussion about religon, but I'd like to open this thread to discuss it.[/quote] [color=#404142]That is precisely why there are message boards ^-^ The place that I can think of that "government" cuts religious discussion off is at schools (unless it's a Christian/Catholic school). It's understandable, but then, it's absurd to restrict one's beliefs. However, there are some schools--I'm not sure about how wide this is--who have religion clubs. They have to carry out their meetings or activites after school hours, and they can't "shove" their beliefs during school. So yeah, it's fine to start a topic here. Tis not school.[/color] [quote name='Drizzt Do'urden']First off I'd like to ask about "original sin" a catholic belief that says everyone is born with sin. So therefore if anyone is born somewhere that doesn't know about christianity they're going toi "hell". First I'd have to ask if anyones catholic, can you tell me how god would let this happen...[/quote] [color=#404142]See now, Tyo. No human being has the right to judge who goes to Heaven or Hell. Catholics, or any religion, will have their outlooks, their laws, their rules, on what makes their beliefs "the" absolute religion. They can point their finger at you and tell you that you will go to Hell for being born in no form/or something other than their form of Christianity. That's what they do. It has nothing to do with God. It's just a "We're right, those other clowns are wrong." Sure, you still can ask why God would allow his children to act that way. And no one can tell you why. No man [speaking in the general human gender; male or female] can say that is God's way of things. No one.[/color] [quote name='Drizzt Do'urden']I thought about this a few nights ago, could the one we call God, possibly just be different things to different people. Muslim(sorry if I mispellsed it) have the prophet Mohammed(once again I'm not good with spellings) who is supposed to come back. Something similar to Christianities Jesus. [/quote] [color=#404142]Of course, it's similar to Jesus Christ. Catholic, Buddhism, Muslim, Islamic, Baptist, Mormon, all of religion is based from the same belief. Every religion has a different view and opinion. People started to question the one form of Christianity, and didn't like what was being told to them. So, what happens? Denominations of Christianity start to branch off and take on different forms of beliefs/religion. "God" is many a different things to everyone [if they choose to believe in him/her/it]. [/color]

[color=#404142]Precisely, James. There are plenty of homosexual [men] whom, if you looked at them, you would [b]not[/b] be able to deceifer their homosexuality. I have quite a few guy friends like that. In fact, one of them keeps his body in peak physical condition; I would not want to make him angry. I am female, and I'm proud to be one. Not because of the equal rights or the power to throw a man in jail for sexual harassment, or what have you. Being a female has its perks and its downsides. The male gender doesn't have to worry about going through PMS or bearing/birthing children. But that doesn't suggest they have it easier; not one bit. After all, they have to defend their sexuality. That is, if they aren't comfortable with it; even if they are, they still have to defend themselves. There was a time in my life where I wanted to be a boy. I was a tomboy growing up; always getting in trouble, never able to wear nice clothes because I'd muddy them up, caught tadpoles in the slimiest mud holes. Yeah, I had Barbies..and you can find them buried all over my backyard. In my early teens, I dressed and acted like a boy. I took alot of critcism from that. Being called a "dike" or "lesbian", always receiving nasty notes from the pretty girls in my class (and some boys, too), getting long lectures from my parents and counselors at school. I actually stayed like that up until a few years ago. Did I care? Not really; society can kiss my *****. I was/and am comfortable with my sexuality (which I'm sure most people here can say ^-^).[/color]

[color=indigo]Yes, I'll probably end up putting up my greatest PR stories (whether I participated, or created) sometime later. I'm a bit worn out from the last chapter of the Bikini Bandits, so forgive my short post. Oh, duh, I added the final chapter of my story to the list. Enjoy.[/color] [B]EDIT[/b]- Check out my newest story. I added it to list in my first post.

[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=#404142]"And here ends your first lesson: Do not attempt to rob Jet Li; he'll throw down." Yeah, lame. But it was my first attempt. Humor me.[/color]

[color=#404142]The thing that bothered me about this poem is the use of words. Not that they belonged in any part of the poem, just that they were used too often. "Beauty" and "Madeline". They could be used once, and substituted. Also, it really didn't seem to fit right. Meaning that some of the phrases didn't seem to flow into another, like this: [/color] [i][center] Your intelligence and laughter encourage me to succeed So that I may be with my Madeline. You awoke my heart, and made it into A flourishing, effervescent fountain of love. My Madeline[/i][/center] [color=#404142]I feel that it could be rearranged, but that's me. Very nice poem, though. However, you'll need to repost this thread because it needs to be rated. Keep up the good work ^-^[/color]

[color=#404142][b]"Dude, let's take this,"[/b] I said to her. [b]"Sure, I'm bored,"[/b] my sister rolled over and watched the screen. I trailed my mouse over a series of questions. Quite random and ridiculous questions, I'll say. I hit "submit". [i]'You're gay childhood icon is Tinky Winky of Teletubbies!'[/i] [b]"Ah~~!!!"[/b] we both screamed in horror.[/color]

[color=#404142]And I wonder why the local Boston Markets are closing :whoops:

[color=#404142]XD When Drix first showed me Alex's pic, I ran for the hills. I was so terrified. It just suits him so perfectly. I just can't say much more. I can't get over it, but I love it. As for mine..I was taken back, lol. Flattered, I mean. I was a bit nervous when Drix IMed me saying that he was making me something. But I adore it! I have not one, but 2 lightsabers!! And they're red!!! ph33r m3!! I am the Mistress of the Darkside. Bow.[/color]

[color=#404142]I want to be yours. I should be yours. Am I going to be yours? Can I be yours? I just want to love you. I just want you to love me. You are my one desire. You are what I live for. You are all that I've wanted. And I will have you.[/color]