Annie

[url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44426][color=indigo][size=1][b]Here is where you will find my views on this..[/b][/url]When this very topic was already discussed. I have nothing to say here, if anyone values my opinion, and most of everyone else's, go take a look.[/color][/size]

[color=indigo][size=1]Wonderful, Reise ^_^ I'm currently in an AIM convo with you right at this moment..or am I? Loved the exchange of products. Chocolate coinage XD I seriously haven't had those in years.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo]Keep them coming, people. [b]Please remember to keep constructive and thoughtful writing.[/b] I would like to see this story go up within a week. If you want to sign-up, do so now. I will not be letting in people after I close the sign-up. Period.[/size][/color]

[color=indigo][size=1]Certainly not your s/n ^_^ What do I, as a lady, look for in a guy...I look for personality and humor. As a guy, you have to be able to get my attention with smart discussion. Why? Because I am not that intelligent in many areas. And if you are intelligent in the areas that I am not, I'll cling to you so I can learn more. If you are playful, I'm definitely interested. I'm a playful person, and many of you can vouche for that ^_^, and I like to have fun. Especially, if I'm feeling bad. It's always nice to have a personality to try that will try its hardest to cheer me up. Humor is very important. I guess it goes with the playful personality a bit. I can't go through a conversation without some humor. I'm already a downer person, I have to have humor..or I will not survive T_T If you can make fun of a depressing situation, then you rule. Also, another thing is seriousness. It's nice to have once in a while. There are times when I need to be serious with a situation. So, it's nice to have someone who knows the importance of playtime versus serious. Sorry guys, Annie's already taken ~_^[/color][/size]

[color=indigo][size=1]Ah haha! All linens and things beware *growls all puppy-like* Very good DW. Very good start. I'm excited to see the future chapters. Unfortunately, I do not get the "Psychic NOW Weekly"..I ate them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go use the restroom. *scurries off to mess on Kane's bedspread*[/color][/size]

[center][IMG]http://img83.exs.cx/img83/1999/0017303ou.jpg[/IMG] [/center] "Dr. D'Zanth, is he going to be okay?" Annie sat at the bedside. Chaos groaned and tossed his sheets. Drix D'Zanth took Chaos' wrists and watched the white clock on the wall. After thirty seconds, he released Chaos and scribbled on his tablet. Annie and the others stared expectantly at the doctor. [b]"Hm..He'll be just fine. He just needs some rest," [/b]Drix walked around to the foot of the bed and placed the tablet under his arm,[b]"The orgasm was more than he could handle, I'm afraid. So, just a little rest and cold water will do the trick."[/b] A grateful sigh echoed in the room. Some of the Bandits stayed in the room to watch after Chaos, the rest walked down the hall and into the Lounge. Threads that had recently been posted/or had new posts popped up as they entered. A couple of Bandits ventured off to check out the new threads/posts. Annie, Sonata, Corey, and Kane all sat down in seperate armchairs or the couch. [b]"Sonata, I'm terribly sorry that you didn't take a part in the last mission,"[/b] Annie rubbed her face. [b]"It's okay, Annie. I'm sure I'll get my chance,"[/b] Sonata smiled and patted Annie on the shoulder. Corey and Kane were deep in discussion of a certain post in Black Horizon: Smoke & Mirrors. Annie looked up at Sonata and nodded in thought. She then stood up and paced the floor for a few moments. [b]"Well, I'll be right back,"[/b] Annie snapped, [b]"I'm going to check myO."[/b] [b]"Okay, see you later, Annie," [/b]the three waved. Seconds later, Annie landed in her myO account. She passed her total visits and checked her friends list to see who had updated. It never fails, Shinmaru had been the first to update. [b]"He never misses one, does he?" [/b]Annie smirked to herself. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. She was exhausted, mentally. All of the html juggling and excitement with the last mission really came down on her. Annie's lids weighed down and burned. She stretched out and brought up her Windows Media Player and clicked on The 13th Step, by A Perfect Circle. The soothing bass helped her nerves relax. Bored, Annie decided to go to Shinmaru's myO. Though, she didn't know if she'd be able to read his entire post. He always wrote a novel every post; mostly..well, almost entirely of Futurama and video games. Annie gave one last yawn and clicked over to Shin's myO. The computer finally brought up the page. Annie opened her eyes and looked up from her hand, only to be blasted with hideous, 1985, fluorescent and flamboyant purples, pinks, blues, and a little yellow. [b]"OH GOD IN HEAVEN!!!!!"[/b] Annie fell backwards, desperately shielding her now throbbing eyes. After several minutes of rubbing and massaging her eyes, Annie squinted at the page. Her head pounded, her tired eyes shrunk back into her skull at such repulsive colour. She quickly and frantically clicked "Backroom" and sighed in relief. Unfortunately, the negative of all of the colour clouded her vision. [b]"Oh, you are in trouble now Shin-slave," [/b]Annie then hurried back to the Lounge. More of the Bandits were sitting in the couch area. All relaxing and reliving the previous mission. Annie burst in and slapped a url link and several sunglasses onto the table. The bandits all gazed up at Annie in confusion. She sat back in an over-stuffed arm chair and folded her arms. [b]"Put the glasses on and click the link," [/b]Annie slid her sunglasses from the top of her head to the bridge of her nose. [b]"This is Shinmaru's myO,"[/b] Queen Asuka pointed out. Annie nodded silently. The group nodded and did as was suggested. Neuvoxetere took the liberty of clicking the link. A few seconds in delay, then the explosion of vivid colour filled the room. [b]"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!" [/b]Kane shrieked, clutching at his chest. The group all, even though they wore shades, shielded their faces. Kitty squealed..yes, she squealed..and hid behind Lalith Ril. At that moment, Drix D'Zanth walked into the room. [b]"WTF!!??!"[/b] he fell over sweetreyes who was curled up on the floor,[/b] "The colours! They blind!!"[/b] Annie, hands folded under her chin, nodded. She slowly stood up, holding her hands out for balance, and walked over to the window to close it. The lights went out and the Bandits who were standing all tumbled back. [b]"Bandits, go get some sleep and convene here tomorrow at noon,"[/b] Annie helped Kyuai to his feet, [b]"We're going after Shinmaru." "What are we going to do with him?" [/b]Methuselah helped Sonata. [b]"I don't know yet. I'll think about that when I log off. Which is what you guys should do,"[/b] Annie rubbed her forehead,[b] "Go, try to recover your brain cells and get a good night's rest. We're going to need it." |-The next day in the quiet of the Lounge-|[/b] Annie was the first and was going over the plot in her mind. Shinmaru was not going to be easy. DragonWarrior was not easy, to say the least. But that was technicalities that rendered Annie. Shinmaru was a whole 'nother video game. He is not easily upset, he is indeed a playful bugger; so it would be pointless to play a prank, it wouldn't phase him. So, Annie had to contemplate deeper into this. She had to think of something so Nintendo-like that would attract Shin's attention. Frustrated, Annie browsed through the OB for motivation. Then..the most annoying of annoyances happened. A pop-up. A porno pop-up. [b]"Damn it all!" [/b]Annie shook her fist. Annie sighed heavily and rest her hand on her cheek. Then, the pop-up popped up again on the screen. [b]"WTF?! Why won't this go away!?....wait..."[/b] Annie paused, suddenly something became clear,[b]"...Shin+porno ads+some sort of video game....By George! I think I've got it!"[/b] With this, Annie rushed back to the Lounge. Sonata, sweetreyes, and Kyuai were already there. Shortly after arriving back into the Lounge, all of the bandits showed. Annie was pacing with excitement. Her mind raced with so many ideas. This mission was going to take more computer graphicness. [b]"Is everyone here?" [/b]Annie finally stopped to look around the room. The group nodded, also looking around. Annie cleared her throat. [b]"Okay, it took me a long time to figure out what we are to do with Shinmaru. He's a prankster as well; making this a difficult task. I don't remember where I saw it, or when, but I was quickly reminded today that Shin has this joke about making a porno. Like I said, I don't know where I saw it; thus, no details to go off of. However," [/b]Annie raised her hand, [b]"I know for a fact that we can do something with this. Put one and one together. Porn, and Shin's love..Yoshi."[/b] A few of the bandits were appalled, some laughed. [b]"Seriously, we could just take a DVD porn, and super impose Yoshi in there somewhere," [/b]Annie thought aloud. [b]"Hm, very interesting Annie," [/b]Kane stood up, [b]"Then what are we going to do from there?" "How about, we put it in his myO?"[/b] Kitty quirked. [b]"No..." [/b]Annie sighed. [b]"Or, maybe in the Art Studio. You know, like an animation production?"[/b] Sonata questioned. [b]"Hm..nah.."[/b] Annie sat down on the arm of the couch. *que in Jeopordy music* [b]"Oh! Annie, Annie!" [/b]Lalith Ril jumped from his chair,[b] "What about his signature? Couldn't we make it into a hyperlink, or even a banner?" "Yeah! That would work!" [/b]the Chobit threw her fist in the air. *freeze frame, anime-style* [b]"Excellent thought. But, we cannot invade his signature. That is something only an administrator can do," [/b]Annie slumped. The room fell silent again. Until Corey jumped. [b]"Ask James." "Um, I'm not sure if he would help us out...he resents me T_T" [/b]Annie snickered. [b]"Why?" "I told him I don't like XBox or the Game Cube.." "Aaaahhh,"[/b] said the whole room. *silence again* [b]"Wait,"[/b] Kane shot up,[b]"There is only one who can help us. However, it will be hard to get into contact with him. He is a dangerous fellow, very random. And, he has been quiet for some time now." "Who's that?"[/b] Annie narrowed an eye. [b]"The Charles." Annie:[/b] O.O! [b]"Yes...I believe he may be our only hope for this. I've studied the likes of The Charles. He won't see the male bandits. Only the female. And he'll only see the top three sexiest. He only grants his powers under one condition,"[/b] Kane paced slightly and stopped to prop himself against the side menu. [b]"And this being?"[/b] Corey folded his arms over his chest. [b]"You have to pass a test." "A test? What kind of test?"[/b] Sonata sat up slightly. [b]"I don't know. Whatever his random mind desires,"[/b] Kane shook his head. [b]"Right, where can we find The Charles?" [/b]Annie scratched at her chin. [b]"Rumor has it that The Charles speices hide in postal areas,"[/b] Kane snapped his fingers. [b]"A post office?"[/b] Methuselah raised an eyebrow. [b]"No, that is too public. The Charles like to keep a low profile,"[/b] Kane nodded in agreement with himself. [b]"Hm..I've got an idea as to where we can find this Charles," [/b]Annie walked over to "Forum Home". [b]"What are you doing?" [/b]Queen Asuka asked. [b]"I'm going to go find his email, and send him a greeting," [/b]Annie smiled. After grabbing Charles' email, Annie quickly set off to her email. [i]Hey Charles, Annie from the OB. I need to talk to you. Will you be able to help out the Bikini Bandits? If so, please let me know what we must do. Thanks muchly.[/i] Annie sent the message and went back to her inbox to check her mail. Then, surprisingly, a reply from Charles sat in her inbox. [i]Hey Annie..I hate you. Just kidding, kidding! Of course, I'd love to help the bikinis come off..I mean, yes. I can help you. Meet me on AIM tonight. We'll talk then. G'day, Annie[/i] She hurried back to the OB. [b]"You guys! I got ahold of him! We're going to discuss the plans tonight!" [/b] All jump for glee *anime-style freeze frame* [color=indigo][size=1]To be continued... I'd like to take this moment for Drix's inspiration, and DW's suggestion on where I might find Charles XD[/color][/size]

[color=indigo][size=1]I failed to mention in my introductory post, anyone can sign up for Frankie. Since she's the main character I'm looking for. I'm glad Kitty signed-up for a friend. I would love to see a couple of people be friends with Frankie and maybe one person to be a sidekick to Father Kiernan. So, anyone can sign-up for Frankie. Just to let you know, I'll be picky with her.[/color][/size]

[color=indigo][size=1]It hurts. My abdomen, it hurts so much. The pain is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I feel needles jabbing and ripping at my stomach. My insides ache from cringing tightly, hoping to push it out of me. Tears burned at my skin as my jaw began locking shut. I can hear my teeth grinding. The muscles in my face, my legs, my arms, even my fingers, all froze stiff. Nothing moved in my body except my racing heart and scolding blood. I desperately, and frantically, try to call out to someone; but no one can hear me. No one even glances my way. Because where I am, and what I am doing, this is nothing that they haven't seen before. They all indulged in their fixes and highs. They all knew what they were doing. They all knew the consequences. They all knew the effects. No one cared to explain to me. No one cared to make sure I was alright. I didn't know. My body's rejection to this toxic liquid takes its affect in unbending, and seemingly neverending violence. And no one cared. I lay stiff as a board on that musty, filthy couch. The needle still portrudes from my arm; shaking uncontrollably with the spasms. Again, I try to call out; no movement from my clasped jaw. Only muffled screams sounded in my thoat. The room began to swirl, mixing the mocha and green colours of the room. The music slowing, the spinning grew faster. Then all turns into blackened silence. I wake in the brightness of the emergency room. Beeps and shuffling sway through the air in a relaxing tune. The smell, so sterile and fresh; as opposed to the burning of that white powder and liquor ridden vomit. My body lay motionless, yet relaxed. [b]"Well, well. Aren't we looking much better today,"[/b] a lovely, young nurse touches my neck, [b]"Yes, much better. You'll be going home soon if you keep this up."[/b] She winks at me. And I smile.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]^_^; A couple more things came to mind.. [list][*] The launch of v7 (How I forgot that? I wasn't really here for it, but it was a very nice surprise when I came back.) [*] Making my year[08-26-03] + five months.[/list] That's all for right now..[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Well, I can't really recall many events of this year..sadly. I was gone for the most part of the year. But, I will list what I remember. 1) The Piro Revolution 2) The birth of the Bikini Bandits (my personal "best memory") 3) James discovers the Willy Wonka trailer 4) The downfall of DW in my Bandit story 5) Corey being a Bandit 6) Becoming Mimmi's slave (in a very innocent way..>_>) 7) Syk3 finally updating his myO 8) Black Horizon: Smoke & Mirrors 9) The Legend of Otaku Hollow 10) Syk3 the Corroded Reindeer 11) Time for naked! XD 12) My first flaming (I think only Drix and Siren know what I'm talking about) 13) Accomplicing with Charles to invade DW's signature Hm..think that's all I have at the moment. If I can think of anything, I'll post it. [b]EDIT-[/b] I don't remember if it was in Jan. or earlier, but convincing Baron Samedi that Charles and I were brother/sister was great ^_^ (he got so mad at me, hehe)[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1]Before I begin, I will let you know that I have looked this over and slapped myself. I didn't really explain anything the first time. So, I'm going to give this another shot. [b]WARNING[/b]- This RPG will use harsh, but tactful, language. I basically don't want to see you use curse words just for the fun of it. Ex. "F.uck! What the f.uck is going on here?! I was joking around, don't get a f.ucking bitchy attitude with me, you dickless asshole!" That kind of tasteless use of words will [b]not[/b] be tolerated. It's a waste of my time to read. Show some vocabulary. The next thing this RPG is going to contain is strong violence. The majority of the violence is going to be self-inflicted on one character. Note that I will once again use the chapter method. I will decide who posts and give a brief summary of what the chapter is going to be over. If you are up next and have not posted, I'll assume you didn't see it and PM you ^_^ One more and final piece of information: Any disrespect to the forum rules or other members [b]will not[/b] be tolerated. If you cause trouble, you'll be receiving a warning PM from me. If you do not adhere, I'll inform the moderators and you will be discontinued in the RPG [this also depends on the severity of the situation].[/color][/size] [center][/center] [size=1][b]"What are they, Father?"[/b] a young girl in a tattered, red coat peered across the table. A long silence. They sat at a grungy table in a small restaurant. The rain pitterd and bled down the fogging glass. The littered streets of [b]Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania[/b] buzz of angry pedestrians and careless vehicles. She looked at the priest, a cigarette in one hand. Her wrists wrapped tightly with gauze bandages and muslim cloth, patches of red stained the white fabric. The priest lifted the bandages and gasps at the torn flesh. She flipped her hands palms down on the table, the same wounds were on the opposite side. He stared back in disbelief. His hands rubbed together vigorously, his nerves fraying in several directions. [b]"The wounds are identical,"[/b] the priest breathed. [b]"No s.hit, Sherlock. What I want to know is why this is happening to me, and what is going on with me?"[/b] the girl flicked her cigarette into a rusted ashtray. [b]"You are experiencing Stigmata,"[/b] the priest shifted uncomfortably. [b]"What is that?"[/b] Beads of sweat rolled down his neck. The girl stared impatiently as she butted out her half-smoked cigarette. The priest then leaned over the table and whispered. [b]"Stigmata are the wounds of Christ. They are brought about by spiritual stress." "What? I don't understand any of this spiritual mumbo jumbo. Nor do I care, all I want is an answer as to why it's happening to me,"[/b] the girl sat back and sighed heavily. [b]"That, I cannot answer right now. Please allow me to help you. There are five wounds, one of which you have already come to be victim of. If you do not allow me to help you, no one will,"[/b] the priest took her hands in his. [b]"Will I die, Father?"[/b] The rain pounds on the glass.[/size] [center][u][font=impact][color=darkred][size=3]Stigmata[/size][/color][/center][/u][/font] [color=darkslateblue][size=1]The story is about a girl named Frankie Paige. Her life is filled with sex, drugs, alcohol, and self-absorbance. A true Jezebel. [spoiler]One day, Frankie receives a package from her mother, who is a traveler. The package contains many trinkets, but only one trinket will change Frankie's life forever; a crucifix that is cursed by a dead priest. Ever since that morning, Frankie has been experiencing strange emotions and invisions unexplainable hallucinations.[/spoiler] A priest by the name of Andrew Kiernan(my character) is assigned to investigate the supernatural phenomina. Hoping to find that it is just a crazed human, only to find that it is much more. His reports leak back to his Vatican and is ordered to rid the problem. A problem that Father Kiernan finds should be saved and solved. Little does he know [at this point in time] that with Frankie's behavior is a threat to the Catholic religion. This is a threat that the Cardinal is determined to thwart. [b][u]Sign-Ups[/b][/u] - Frankie Paige is the character that I absolutely have to have. Anyone can sign-up for this RPG as a friend of Frankie's or Andrew's, the Cardinal, a fellow priest who helps Kiernan out, et cetra. However, the Cardinal (and probably priests) will appear every once in a while. If you still want to play the Cardinal, I'll PM you when the time comes for you to post. [b]Name- Age- (Frankie's at least 21) Gender- Appearance- Personality- Occupation-[/b] (The priests can have an occupation. IE., scientist, translator, librarian, etc.) [b]Bio-[/b] (If you choose to be the girl, tell me why she does not believe in God.) If this version still doesn't sound like it explains anything, please PM me..especially if you are interested in signing-up.[/size][/color]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Well, the weather here is quite strange. For the past week it has been freezing cold. But today, it was very nice. I could actually go outside in a light jacket.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]As little children would do, Mutuol, Uriel, and Damien all glued their ears to the door. The words were muffled by the thick, heavy oak. Uriel and Damien pushed and shoved at eachother to get a better position. [b]"Will you two children stop? I can't hear a thing,"[/b] Mutuol growled lightly. The two stood up and uttered a few curses at Mutuol before leaving. He ignored the two and concentrated on Lucifer's and Z's conversation. [b]"Z, since she is about your age, I want you to get to know her.."[/b] Lucifer's voice echoed in the empty room. Mutuol gritted his teeth. Deciding he had had enough, Mutuol clenched a fist and walked down the hall. His ebony wings bulged under his trench coat, anger arousing them from his back. His released his fist and stood in front of a similar door to that of the council chamber. It was Afriel's door. Mutuol sighed and rasped on the smoothed section. [b]"Lord Mutuol, please come in,"[/b] a young maid bowed and opened the door. Mutuol nodded and entered the room. Afriel's room was nothing but luxurious. Decored in wine-coloured red tapestries and golden inlaid furniture. Mutuol gazed about the room and walked towards Afriel's bedside. [b]"How is he holding up?" "Very well, m'Lord. He had a temperature, but it has died down,"[/b] the maid brushed a cold rag over the newly fallen angel's forehead. Mutuol nodded in content and sat on the bed next to Afriel. The angel groaned, his eyes flittering to wake. He sat up slightly and looked at Mutuol. [b]"M'Lord, hello,"[/b] Afriel rubbed at his eyes. [b]"How are you feeling, Afriel?"[/b] Mutuol handed the young angel a glass of water. [b]"A little..afraid,"[/b] Afriel stared into the glass, his face softened into deep thought. Mutuol smiled softly, patting Afriel on the shoulder, [b]"Do not fear anything, young man. The Fallen will take care of you. Say, are you feeling up to take a trip with me?" "You mean, just the two of us?"[/b] Afriel squeaked in slight excitement and fright. Mutuol chuckled and stood up. He picked up a stuffed animal, a bear, and plucked at its dainty clothing. [b]"Yes, just us. Z has been assigned otherwise,"[/b] Mutuol nearly gagged and tossed the bear over his shoulder. Afriel stared after Mutuol for a moment before taking a drink of his water. The maid quickly picked up the stuffed animal and set it in its place. Mutuol tapped his thigh with a fist and glanced at Afriel. [b]"Lord Mutuol..can I ask you something personal?"[/b] Afriel traced the rim of the glass with his index finger. Mutuol nodded and sat down at the foot of the bed. Afriel set his glass on the nightstand beside the bed and sat up fully. [b]"D-do you love him? I don't mean to pry or anything,"[/b] Afriel quickly defended, [b]"I am truely sorry, m'Lord." "Ah, sweet Afriel. There is no intrusion,"[/b] Mutuol chuckled, [b]"I do have a strong affection for Z. He was the one who nursed me back to health. He's never left my side in the past two years. He's been so loyal and protective.."[/b] Mutuol's voice drifted, [b]"So, to answer your question; Yes, I do love Z."[/b] Afriel smiled softly, [b]"Where do you plan to go?" "The Angel's Lair. Afriel, I'm going to need your complete honesty and cooperation,"[/b] Mutuol spoke sternly. [b]"Yes, m'Lord. My loyalty is to Lucifer,"[/b] Afriel's eyes glew a dim blue. [b]"Good, good. Get dressed and meet me in the rose courtyard,"[/b] Mutuol rose and left the bedroom. He swiftly passed the council chamber and walked out into the soft rain.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Oh my, very nice. It is harsh to look at, much like hate. Great idea, Altron. I hope the laser didn't ruin your camera ^_^[/color][/size]

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[color=darkslateblue][size=1]We keep warm by our short tempers ^_^. See now, I'm jealous. You guys got to see Broadway performances T_T Hopefully, I'll get to do that in the spring.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]What made you a "pompous jerk"? I would be bored of the City too if I lived real close. I live about an hour north. I did love being in the City. It did make me happy. Although, I wish I had someone dear to me there T_T It just felt kind of magical, the sort that you need someone you love (family doesn't count) to be there to share it with. [/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]*wipes tear* Oh man, I love HTJSC. Thanks again, DW.[/color][/size]

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[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Hello everyone. I had a pleasant Christmas. I spent all day in Manhattan with the mom, dad, and one of two little brothers. It was very cold and windy. And all of the people >.< You watch movies based in NYC and you see tv shows in NYC. You find yourself (if you haven't been there) imagining what it would be like. I will tell you now, it's unreal. It's huge and you just can't shake the feeling of "Oh my, I'm actually here!" Some parts of Manhattan are smaller than movies and tv portray. Like the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree and iceskating rink. I was stunned to see how small it was. I've come baring the gifts of pictures to explain and show you all. [url=http://img94.exs.cx/img94/7484/p73000149qh.th.jpg]The Radio City Music Hall[/url] I got to get closer to the building, but I don't have the pictures of that. [url=http://img94.exs.cx/img94/7955/p73000186gn.th.jpg]St. Peter's Cathedral[/url] The cathedral is gorgeous, and was packed with people. I didn't get to go in because of the ridiculous line of people. [url=http://img94.exs.cx/img94/2373/p73000206fa.th.jpg]The Rockefeller Center Christmas tree[/url] Trust me, it is not that big. But it is lovely. [url=http://img94.exs.cx/img94/327/p73000401tv.th.jpg]One side of Time Square[/url] [url=http://img94.exs.cx/img94/39/p73000438ob.th.jpg]The other half[/url] Yes, I was standing in the middle of Time Square. And it really is big. And I also saw the MTV building, but I don't think my dad took pictures of that. [url=http://img94.exs.cx/img94/6145/p73000576dm.th.jpg]The USS Intrepid[/url] Now, this ship is decommissioned, and is gargantuan. Unfortunately, we didn't go on board and look through it. But it was way to cold and windy on the waterfront. We plan to go back in the spring or summer to do that. Well, there are pics of me on myO if you want to take a look. But I just wanted to share my travel with you all. If you have questions, please ask.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Don't get me wrong, I liked this movie. To an extent. I loved the actors ^_^ Very good acting. The man who played Lancelot is one of my favorites. He played Heratio Hornblower (spelling?) in A&E's presentation. Amazing actor. The man who played King Arthur was good to. I loved how they showed the knights. Now, I'm not historian, but that's how I've always thought of the knights. Their bond with the king is beautiful. There is true friendship..well, in the movie that is. Like I said, I'm not a historian. However, I do know something that [b]did not[/b] agree with the movie. And it really killed the feel of the film. I shouldn't have said that because now it's going to be a spoiler. The movie was good all in all, but the ending really made me mad. [spoiler]Lancelot dies in battle, before the whole love affair thing that [b]did[/b] happen between him and Gwenevier (spelling?). [/spoiler] That and Keira Knightley really shot my hopes down in the movie. I cannot explain it, but I don't like that actress. She's pretty, I guess. But..meh.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]I live in New York, North America (USA). It's exciting sometimes, then other times I wish I could just leave. If I had everything to leave, I would disappear from the USA and probably go to Japan, or Australia. More than likely though, I'd end up in Japan to go to school.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Vivian gazed after Van, a little worried that she upset him too much. She sat back on the desk and began to rub her palms against her face before slapping herself. [b]"Wake up, Vivian,"[/b] she chanted and stood. With a stretch and yawn, Vivian left the library. Her thoughts lingered in that room and she decided to let them go for now. [i]That was interesting..[/i] [b]"Ugh, could you leave me alone for one day?"[/b] [i]I cannot leave you..[/i] Ignoring him, Vivian shook her head and decided to go find a new sweater. Her paces dragged and swiveled. She was physically and mentally exhausted. Her hand grazed the wall, occassionally pressing against it for balance. She entered her quarters and stared about the room, like always. She opened her metal cabinet to find an over-sized, grey sweater. Just like the one she was already wearing. Shrugging off the uniformity of everything, Vivian peeled off her soiled sweater and tossed it into the waste can. She turned around to look into the mirror. Cracks and dirt plagued the reflective glass, distorting her figure. She examined her stomach with her fingertips. There was no blood. Only a scar about the size of a quarter. She traced the smooth tissue lightly. [i]I remember giving that to you...[/i] an icey shiver crept up Vivian's abdomen. [b]"Why didn't you let me die? What is it that you want from me.."[/b] Vivian choked softly, grasping her sweater to her bared bosom. [i]Ah, Vivian..do not cry..I have a great purpose for you, my love..[/i] [b]"I hate you..I hate you!"[/b] Vivian yelled into the mirror. She paused, waiting a response. Furious, she thrust her foot into the mirror. Shards of glass scattered around her room. The floor glittered with dangerous shards. Vivian knelt, sobbing. She rocked herself and stared down at the thousands of relfections. Taking slow breaths, Vivian plucked a shard from the grey carpet. [i]Vivian, what do you think you are doing..[/i] [b]"Getting rid of you.."'[/b] [i]It is pointless..I will still follow you...[/i] Standing up, Vivian pressed the razor-sharp edge to her wrist. [b]"Why?! Why won't you leave me?!"[/b] [i]Because..I'm in love with you...[/i] [b]"Shut the fuck up!"[/b] Blood trickled from her wrist as she pressed the glass deeper into her skin. A low chuckle rumbled into her head. [i]If you do kill yourself..you'll be with me for all eternity..you know this...[/i] Vivian's hand squeezed the glass as she sunk to her knees. Her tears flooded her vision. She knew he was right. He was always right. She would never escape him. Life or death, nothing would stop him. With a hard sob of defeat, Vivian threw the shard across the room. [b]BRIEFING IN THE CAFETERIA[/b] With this, Vivian quickly bandaged her wrist and threw on her sweater. She hurriedly brushed her tears away and started for the cafeteria. The thick aroma of fresh brewed coffee soothed her somewhat as she entered. [b]"Hey, mind if I grab a cup?"[/b] Vivian forced a cheerful tone and looked at Allen. [b]"Have at it,"[/b] Allen gestured his cup towards the coffee machine. In silence, Vivian fixed her coffee and stood against the counter. She clutched the warmth of the coffee to her shaken body. Her breath still staggered to catch a steady flow. Waiting for Trini and Van, Vivian stared into her coffee, gazing into her swirling reflection.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Oh my. Do they have to find another reason to ruin Christmas?! I believed in him!! *runs off crying* Kidding. This is too much math for my feeble, non-mathematics brain. It just amazes me that people actually sit down and figure out some scientifical explaination for everything.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslateblue][size=1]Oh my..this one was good. Poor Syk3..then yay for Syk3 ^_^ Yay! DW DIED!! I loved the naked Shin. I was not expecting it to be him, lol. Dancing James was good..naked?! Hahaha! Anyway, I loved HTJSC better. But, all is good. Thank you, DW. And Merry Christmas.[/color][/size]