Annie

[color=indigo][i][size=2]Hehe, hello Steph. So, the Adventure Arena's been boring has it? Hm...I'll see what I can do about that..just got to think of something. Well, I'm begining to think that this thread needs to be closed. I've made my half-***** entrance (my real one will come with one of my RPs), I got some people to say "Welcome back", so..>.>....Drix...I think you can close this now before it becomes spamous majorous. [/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=2]O_O.....whoa, Mark, honey, I've been here longer than you have..cuz I never saw you around before I left..so I am very well aware of all the rules and regulations of the Otaku. Thank you though for welcoming me back. I want to know where did my awesome banner that Piro made me go? James....I'm going to have a little one-on-one with you..(in a very innocent way>.>) *giggles* Remember that one Mimmi? Switching everything around and losing my banner *pouts like a little girl* Basic Military Training was rough. It was the roughest 7 weeks of my life. Having soooo much to do in so little time..and it having to be perfect. My MTI (Military Training InstructorK) was awesome. I respected that man. He had to go on convelesant leave because he had to have a surgery..and when you're on that leave, you aren't allowed to be on base..much less uniform, but on the day of me becoming an Airman, he was there to present me with my Airman's coin....very touching and it meant everything to me. Right now I'm in tech school, as I mentioned earlier, and it's going good. I start my classes Monday, so I'm not sure how often I'll be online..hence, I might not be able to participate in RPs yet. Charles, that little story we were talking about before I left will have to wait until everything gets settled here for me....you know what RP I'm talking about. But thanks for the welcome back everyone, I can't explain to you how good it feels to be back. Drixy, you better send me a PM! I missed everyone and I'm happy to see so many replies in just a day. Even from the people I don't even know, thanks and I will see you around........and what kinds of things did you guys hear about me? *eyeballs all of the oldies* What did they tell you? >.> Well, I'll talk to you all laters%_^ (

[size=2][color=indigo][i]Hey there! Annie's back!! Well, I don't know how often I'll be online, but here I ams. Better a few times a week than not at all! Well, I'm out of basic training and in my tech school for engineering installation. I'll be spending my next 6 weeks here in Biloxi, Mississpi...then back to Texas *grumbles*..But, I will definately check in on the OB as often as possible...you can bet on that! Now that the OB is all updated and blinging%_^...But to my dismay, I don't have much time to write alot..so feedback would be nice, and I'll respond, answer questions and such. It's great to be back and I will talk to you all laters! [center]Annie[/center][/size][/color][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Words cannot explain what I long to say. But I suppose that is good, considering my return is promised! So I suppose I'll try to keep this unsappy, savvy? You all don't know how much you mean to me. I never would have imagined that I would impact anyone. You all have been more of friends than the friends I have IRL. Anytime I needed a lift from my ordinary, and sometimes depressive, life, you all were here, no matter what. You all have seen, sometime or another, sides of me that no one IRL has. Joining the OB was probably the best thing that has every happened to me. In the 5 months that I've been a part of this amazing message board, I have grown to admire, adore, and respect many of my fellow members. Writting with many of you has been an honor and a privelege that I look forward to returning to. I thank everyone for participating in my RP's or those I have had the pleasure of partaking in. I thank everyone who helped me out. The mods who were so patient with my n00bish begining, may you all be blessed;) I had a crazy time with most of you in the chats. That is where I really got to know most of you. Best times live in those rooms..and all this mention of the APB is giving me scheming farewell ideas *glances at Shin and Syk*..The chats were always a surprise. Always something new and exciting. It is a shame that I have just gotten to be friends with people, and now I have to leave. But, as the saying goes "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." [/color][/size][/i] [b][size=1][color=deeppink][i]To you, my heart[/b]: The months I have spent with you have been the most amazing and joyous months of my life. Never has one captured my heart, soul, spirit as you have. I've known no such feelings and emotions as I do with you. You, and you alone, were the one to save me from the path of destruction I was headed. I was drowning to find myself, mind and body. Sinking deeper into the murky waters of my misery, you brought a wonderful, soft, and loving light to guide me through. Feelings for other guys were, and are, cast into the void of unrecognition. I see no others to match the love you have provided me. We've had some rough edges with Fate, but no matter what the b**h threw at us, we came out stronger than before. The bond in which we have developed is stronger than distance and tough communications. The sound of your voice sends me into a sheer high of happiness in I know what will become of us in the future. Seeing your screen name pop up thrills me than any amusement ride that I've enjoyed. My mind lives day to day on the thoughts of you. There is never a second that I don't have you on my mind. This truely is the happiest I can [b]ever[/b] recall myself being. Ecstacy is the best way to describe you. A wave of intense, awesome, and beautiful emotions that course through my body. A high in which is more powerful than any drug could ever hope to offer. I thank you, Clank, for everything that you have done for me. And I will talk to you soon. No goodbyes for us. It will never be goodbye, never. For everything that you have done....[b]I love you[/b], my Supreme Knight of the Deathbringers.[/color][/size][/i] [color=indigo][i][size=1]On a final note, thank you everyone. I promise I will return to you. I will try my best to get on a computer. If I can, watch out, I'm ample to drop you a PM. Or I might just even slap you....(In a very innocent way>_> [copyright Mimmi 2004] (I'll pay you back later;)...In a very innocent way>_>) I'm sorry to those in whose RP's I didn't have time to write a final post in. I promise, I will make it up to you when I return....(In a very innocent way>_>) Laters [b][center]~Annsie~[/b][/size][/i][/color][/center] [b][size=2]Edit:[/size][size=1] Derr! I forgot to tell you where I was going..*shrinks* I am sorry, my Queen Asuka. I am leaving to go to boot camp and tech school for the Air National Guard. I will be in boot camp for 6 weeks, basic electronics for 3 months, and more indepth electronics for 3 months. I will be going to San Antonio, Texas for BMT (basic military training), Mississippi for the first 3 months, then Witchita Falls, Texas for the last 3 months. That's really all you need to know, so I bid you all a good night, but not a goodbye. I will see you in 7 months![/b][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]OOC: This will be my final post in this RP. It was a pleasure working with you all, keep up the good work. Moving on, I'm calling out the rest of the Jitsuka henchman in this post. IC: "Thank you, Gen..yes, tomorrow at three..Yes, I know that place. Right,"[/b] a sharp click of the receiver. Lance ran his hands vigorously over his face, ending them on his forehead. He was tired and worn out, but he kept his cool. Looking around the dismal room, Lance thumbed through the unbelievable stacks of files. He rolled his head around to crack his neck and sighed. [b]"Now who to choose....Ah, she should have been the first person to call..."[/b] Lance picked up the phone and dialed. [b]"Hello?"[/b] a soft, sweet voice replied. [b]"Yes, Ms. Terran Sung? This is Lance Anderson fro-" "Yes, I know who you are, Lance,''[/b] Terran soothed. [b]"Ehem, well, thank you for making it easier for me. I'm calling you because the company needs your help. Vital information has unexpectedly seeped into civilian hands. Information that cannot be discussed over the phone,"[/b] Lance spoke quietly while looking for more names. [b]"We meet,"[/b] Terran stated. [b]"Yes, at 1432 Princeton Boulevard tomorrow at three,"[/b] Lance pulled out a third file. [b]"Right, see you there,"[/b] a dead line. [b]"Okie dokie then......."[/b] Lance began to dial another number. Several rings later,[b] "Hello?" "Mr. Joey Neff?" "Who's asking?" "Lance Anderson, long time no hear buddy." "Ah, Lance me man. How the hell are you?" "No time for pleasantries. Tomorrow, three o'clock, 1432 Princeton Boulevard. Be there,"[/b] Lance instructed. [b]"It's a date,"[/b] Lance chuckled and hung up with Joey, dialing another number. [b]"Hello?" "Ms. Ashika Knyght? This is Lance Anderson fro-" "Get on with it. What do you need?'' "1432 Princeton Boulevard, three o'clock tomorrow." "I'm there."[/b] Click. He leaned back in his chair and began to relax, massaging his neck. Groaning lightly, Lance stood up and stretched. Pings and clanks of the building's air conditioning system echoed throughout the desolate basement. Peace and calm. Suddenly, Lance's cell phone jolted him out of the serene tranz. Fumbling with the phone, [b]"He-hello? Yes, this is Lance...Oh, hey Becky...What?....How? Where is she?........No, she's not with me......I see...I don't know where she is, but I will go find her. Trust me, I'll find her."[/b][/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Well, I just want to say, good luck everyone. Sadly, I will not be here to congratulate you all, so I will do it now. Congratulations to those who win, you deserve this. [b][u]General Awards[/u] Overall Member of the Year[/b]: James [b]Male Otaku of the Year[/b]: Syk3 [b]Female Otaku of the Year[/b]: Queen Asuka [b]Staff Member of the Year[/b]: Charles [b]Funniest Member of the Year[/b]: Dragon Warrior [b]Most Opinionated Otaku of the Year[/b]: wrist_cutter [b]Most Likely to Be Here in Two Years[/b]: Adam [b]Best Newbie[/b]: Arcadia [b]Best Oldie[/b]: James [b]Most Likely to Become a Staff Member[/b]: Poison Tongue [b]Most Improved Member of the Year[/b]: Baron Samedi [b]Thread of the Year[/b]: Kill Adam [b]Silliest Thread of the Year[/b]: How the James Stole Christmas [b][u]Random Awards[/u] Avatar Award (Best Avatars Overall)[/b]: Semjaza Azazel [b]Signature Award (Best Signatures Overall)[/b]: Charles [b]Best Otaku Couple[/b]: Queen Asuka/Piromunkie [b]Best Looking Otaku[/b]: James [b]Best MyOtaku[/b]: Charles [b][u]Otaku Writers[/u] Poet Laureate[/b]: KarmaofChaos [b]Writer of the Year[/b]: Charles [b]Orginal Story of the Year[/b]: OB: Enter the Net [b]Role-Player of the Year[/b]: Arcadia (God knows I want to vote for myself, but Arcadia pounds me into the dirt) [b]Brawler of the Year[/b]: Chaos [b]RPG of the Year[/b]: Black Horizon (My best writing is in there) [b][u]Social Otakus[/u] Otaku Social Member[/b]: Japan_86 [b]Entertainment Otaku[/b]: Dragon Warrior [b][u]Otaku Anime[/u] Otaku of the Year[/b]: Shy [b]Dragonball Guru of the Year[/b]: PiroMunkie [b]Gundam Member of the Year[/b]: Domon [b]Yu-Gi-Oh Member of the Year[/b]: Solo Tremaine [u][b]Otaku Gamers[/u] Otaku Gamer of the Year[/b]: Semjaza Azazel [b]Nintendo ?Mario? Award[/b]: Shinmaru [b]X-Box Award[/b]: PoisonTongue [b]PC Gamer of the Year[/b]: DeathKnight [b][u]Otaku Artists[/u] Best Graphic Designer (Banners, wallpapers, etc.)[/b]: James [b]Good luck, and congratulations. Laters.[/b][/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"Kala, Crawford has informed me of a secluded cabin not to far from your position...."[/b] Kala's eyes snapped open. She had forgotten that Crawford was a cognative as herself. She blushed slightly in the embarrassment of her mind spill and at the fact that Crawford could see her. [b]"Do you know any landmarks we could go by?"[/b] Kala looked around the woods, abundant and lush. She began to walk several paces away from Vedette and Zsuzsanna. [b]"......Stop, you are standing on a trap door...Crawford says it's a tunnel..it will lead you about ten minutes walk to this cabin.."[/b] Schuldig instructed Kala on how to open this trap door. [b]"Kala, what are you doing?"[/b] Zsuzsanna and Vedette were now standing behind the Russian. [b]"This door..."[/b] Kala strained, but lifted the heavy oak door,[b] "will lead us to a safe haven. Come on, Zsuzsanna, you first."[/b] Kala held the door up as Zsuzsanna jumped down six feet. Kala then motioned Vedette to enter next. [b]"Zsu, help Vedette down. Her ankle is screwed up enough,"[/b] Kala instructed, her voice above a whisper, her everseeing eyes darted through the dark. Zsuzsanna nodded and held out her hands to Vedette. She sat down and slowly slid herself into Zsuzsanna's arms. Taking one last look, Kala steadily sunk down to her rump. Vedette and Zsuzsanna held Kala up as she struggled to keep the water-logged door from crushing her head. [b]Good job, Kala....Now girls, it's a straight tunnel...Once you get to the cabin, stay there until I dispatch the men....[/b] Schuldig's voice comforted the girls. [b]Thank you, Sir...[/b] Kala smiled and helped Vedette down the tunnel. A wave of relief and hope washed over Kala. She looked at Vedette's and Zsuzsanna's faces and knew they felt the same way. Kala hugged Vedette lightly and they continued down the dark, musty tunnel. Suddenly, a vision...It was light, colorful, joyous...A group of men..one stood out amongst the others...Tall, lean, dark hair, lightly tanned skin, a magnificant smile......Kala knew who he was, and he gave Kala a light, hopeful smile...Brad Crawford. Kala knew then, the girls would be safe.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]It has been written, and so it has been done. Thank you for catching that Mitch. I meant something along those lines. Yes, whenever I write poetry, I write simple. I'm not much of a poetic person and I don't really write due to that fact. I write whenever I am inspired. It's much like my drawing, if I see or feel something that moves me, I will draw. It's not something I can sit down and do off the top of my head. I appreciate your encouragement, Ed and Mitch. It actually helps me to start taking up writing poetry once more. It will probably come in handy once I get into boot camp and tech school. If I do write, I'll be sure to post them once I return.[/color][/size][/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by White Mage [/i] [B][size=1]Online relationships are for Stupid people, and I hate stupid people ^_~[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=indigo][i][size=1]That was stupid. There are people out there who have steady relationships online, whether it be a friendship or couple (boyfriend/girlfriend, boyfriend/boyfriend, girlfriend/girlfriend), that are actually normal and friendly, and have a special meaning. Me being one, you want to call me "stupid"? Call me what you may, but my friends are dear to me. A friend, in my opinion, is someone you can rely on to be there for you in times of need. Someone whom you can talk to and seek comfort in. Someone who cheers you up by mere words alone, which is completely possible IRL as it is online. I come online to talk to my friends here on the OB because, even though they are online friends, they seem to help me more than my IRL friends do. So an online relationship, to me, is just as important, or more, as an IRL relationship. And if you want to call someone stupid for that, then you are disgusting. Continuing; As I said above, I am one of the people who carry out an online relationship, and have been for over three months. I adore SilpheedPilot, I understand him better than I understand any of the guys that I know IRL. I won't explain to you why, that is my personal business. I don't base my life on this relationship because of the fact that he and I have not personally met IRL. He and I both have our lives IRL and we focus on that life. There are more important things outside of the net that we divert our attention to. And of course, internet relationships can be unhealthy. That's only if you allow it to be unhealthy. The internet is just that, the internet. It can be real or surreal. The danger in the internet is the way a person takes it into mind. Taking it too seriously can cause mental issues, such as withdrawl, misconceptions of what is reality or a strand of HTML codes, the list goes on. Some people just can't/won't see that it's only the internet and that's where it's unhealthy and dangerous. Sure people lie about themselves online, and we can't help that. You have to rely on yourself for protection against those people. If you don't feel comfortable telling someone your name or what state/country you live in or your age, then don't tell that person. If they persist, there's that handy-dandy "ignore" or "block" button. If the person you are talking to online doesn't persist you for information, doesn't ask you too personal of questions for a long time, lets you get comfortable with your conversations (even if they are something as harmless as "How are you today? How is the weather where you live?"), then that to me, is someone you could probably trust [b]later on[/b] down the road.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]I know I'm leaving, a place so harsh and strict, Failure is not an option, Option is failure, Consequences shall be my friends, My friends shall be consequences, Alone I shall be, My heart aches, My mind stresses, My soul cries, The silent requiem of my state of being, My state of being, a crumpled pile of hope, Residue of happiness torn away, I know I am leaving, I know I will be missed, ..........And I will miss them, More than they will know.... So wait for me, Wait for me....[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]*weird techno intro music* *fade into crickets, rustling bushes, a sweet, melodic buzzing and goring of a chainsaw* [b]"Um..okay, whatever,"[/b] Sir Annsie stared up at this knight with annoyance. [b]"Come now, we don't have time to dwadle....Ni!!"[/b] Richard burst out as he hurriedly hugged himself. Sir Annsie quirked an eyebrow and stepped back a few feet. Richard began to shiver. [b]"N-n-ni......Did you feel that?"[/b] Richard's eyes darted about as he leaned down to whisper. [b]"Dude, you are really creepin' me out,"[/b] Sir Annsie picked up her shovel and clutched it closely. [b]"Ni..it felt...it felt like a chilly winter's breeze, washing over my bare naked body. You didn't see anything, ni?"[/b] Richard stood full height and turned around. [b]"You know what...I forgot a few important tools to make this quite detailed shrubbery you ask for. So...I'm just gonna..."[/b] Sir Annsie slowly stepped to the side and started down the trail. [b]"NNNNIIIII!!!!"[/b] Richard's voice boomed through the forrest. Sir Annsie screamed out and fell to her knees, clutching her ears. Richard's high-pitched "Ni" continued on as if it had been minutes. Animals of the forrest scurried about, Sir Annsie pleaded, a figure dropped from the tree onto Sir Annsie. [b]"Oooof! What the..."[/b] Sir Annsie struggled to shove this person off of her. [b]"Ni?"[/b] Richard approached. [b]"Oh, dear me. Excuse me,"[/b] the man climbed from Sir Annsie and bolted off into the forrest, dodging and swerving trees, looking over his shoulder periodically...until he rammed smack into a tree. Both Sir Annsie and Richard winced. [b]"Who was that, ni?"[/b] Richard tilted his head. His sharp movements reminded Sir Annsie of a bird looking around frantically for the prawling cat. [b]"He looked kind of like.....a Dragon Warrior by the name of Gavynn...."[/b] Sir Annsie scratched her cheek and furred her eyebrows. [b]"This Gavynn fellow...he was..quite sexy..ni.."[/b] Richard smacked his lips lightly and stared after the now wobbling Gavynn. [b]"Uh huh...right, you can go after that "sexy" man. But I warn you, he's been said to have a small, um, characteristic persay...."[/b] Sir Annsie began to walk faster. She finally found herself outside of the forrest, whether Richard was behind her or near her, Sir Annsie did not know. She just wanted to be out in the open. Looking up, Sir Annsie spotted a large, bustling city. She smiled and started to head down the trail towards the city. *fade into techno music*[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Clanking and groaning, the lifts for the ship slowly brought Deathscythe into the bowels of the ship. A blast of pressurized air, the hiss of the hydrolics, Tanya opened the hatch of her cockpit and jumped down onto the catwalk. Unzipping her suit, a few crew men rushed past her. [b]"Oh my God, you're lucky the damn thing didn't blow up on you. Are you crazy or something?"[/b] Tanya turned around to face the crew member. [b]"Crazy? I know of no such word,"[/b] Tanya gave an empty smile and continued to walk towards the showers. Entering into an empty room, the stalls of the showers looked rather inviting. Tanya peeled off her suit and garments and turned on the hot water, allowing it to scold her pink skin. Sighing pleasurably, Tanya pressed both hands against the tile, the water pouring down her back. Her dark, soaked hair shrouded her face, drops of water falling from her nose and chin. As soon as Tanya closed her eyes, the doors to the showers hissed open. Tanya's eyes snapped open and she pressed her body against the stall, covering whatever she could. Footsteps slowly made their way closer towards Tanya's stall. [b]"Tanya?"[/b] Raul's voice bounced off of the tile and steel. [b]"What are you doing?! Can't you wait?!"[/b] Tanya's face flushed. [b]"I'm sorry, but I need to speak with you. I promise I'll stay right here,"[/b] Raul's voice backed away. [b]"Well...what did you want to say?"[/b] still flushed, Tanya poked her head around the stall. Raul's face reddened slightly, [b]"My grandfather is going to meet us tomorrow in Yemen. There he will help in repair the ship and the gundams." "All good and well. How long will it take for him to repair the gundams?"[/b] Tanya turned back to washing herself. [b]"With all of the technology and equipment he has, plus my father's base, I'd say about three days, five at the most." [/b]Tanya rinsed her face and leaned her head out of the stall,[b] "That sounds good to me. Let's just hope the cloaking device isn't too badly damaged. I took a look at it and it doesn't look pretty." "I'm sure it will be no problem." "Good, now, kindly remove yourself from here so I can get dressed.''[/color][/size][/i][/b]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Lance stormed into Mr. Thompson's office and paced slowly. Mr. Thompson was finishing up a phone call. [b]"Ah, Mr. Anderson. I just got off the phone with a very powerful allie. He has caught onto this..problem. Do you know how embarrassed I am about this, Lance?"[/b] Mr. Thompson ran his finger along his desk. [b]"Yes, Sir. I give you my deepest apologies,"[/b] Lance nodded. [b]"He took the liberty of sending two of his best men, and who knows if he's sending more. I'm not pleased, Lance." "Would you like me to dispatch some of our relief?" [/b] A short pause and a slight chuckle, [b]"Yes, I believe it would be fine to invite them. It has been a while since they have stretched their legs.'' "I'm on it,"[/b] Lance nodded and exited the room. Keeping a brisk and smooth pace, Lance strode down the long corridor and into an elevator. He pressed a button for the basement. Slowly, the elevator finally reached the bottom and the doors opened silently. Looking about the dark area, Lance made his way down a cold, lean corridor. Once he reached the end, he opened a small door. Lance looked over his shoulder one last time and entered a small, private office. He walked over to a tall filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of yellow files. [b]"Who to call first?"[/b] Lance fumbled through individual criminal charges and records. Suddenly, a name caught his eye. Smiling, Lance pulled the file and sifted through the thick stack of papers. [b]"Ah yes, Zetsuoushi Gen,"[/b] Lance set the file down and pulled out his cell phone. The phone rang several times before an answer. [b]"Yes?"[/b] a calm, low voice greeted. [b]"Zetsuoushi Gen? This is Lance Anderson of Hikuuro Technologies , there has been a problem here within the company." "This means what to me?"[/b] Gen replied curtly. [b]"I am in need of your assistance. Would you be willing to meet with me to discuss the issue?"[/b][/size][/i][/color]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"I guess we should be going, Deathscythe,"[/b] Tanya sighed and switched on her thrusters. A low hum signaled Deathscythe's awakening, the lights from the radar screens flickered, Deathscythe slowly stood. Tanya finally switched on her comp link and signaled for the Constellation. [b]"Raul,"[/b] Tanya reluctantly began to blast out from the water. [b]"Tanya? Tanya, are you all right?"[/b] Raul's usual worried face appeared on the screen. [b]"I'm fine. What do you want me to do?"[/b] Deathscythe emerged from the ocean, water rippling down the scorched and discolored metal body. [b]"Go after Gen and find out what the hell is going on,"[/b] Raul glared in memorance of Gen's departure. [b]"I'm not going after him,"[/b] Tanya looked spitefully. [b]"Why not?" "Just look at my gundam, Raul. Does it look like I'll be able to do shit? He swatted me down as if I were a fly. Deathscythe needs repairs. Do you know of a place that can get it done fast? It will take weeks if I return to the ship,"[/b] Tanya gazed over the earth. [b]"Me myself...Grandfather has a really good team. I can give him a call and ask how fast he can have the gundam repaired,"[/b] Raul smiled now. [b]"Right, give Grandfather Quatre a call. I'll be heading towards the ship,"[/b] Tanya thrust forward into the soft blue sky.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1] The right time to have [b]S[/b]ex really d[b]E[/b]pends on the person; their beliefs, their morale, how they feel about se[b]X[/b]ual intercourse. I, per[b]S[/b]onally, beli[b]E[/b]ve you should wait to have se[b]X[/b] when you have found a partner that respects your body, your personality, your life, your beliefs. Sexual intercourse is an act that deserves intimacy, privacy, and passion. It's an act shared between two people who respect one another for who eachother are as a person, not just some piece of ***. Once you have established a sense of intimacy and passion with your partner, non-[b]SEX[/b]ually, then I feel that's when you know you are ready to have sex. [/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]My most embarrassing moment? C'mon, my whole life is made up of embarrassing moments. Well, let's see.....*thinks* Okay, I have one: January 11th, 2001 (yes, I remember this to the date and event) It was a night which lives in infamy at the voluntary fire department of the small, sleepy town of Martha, Oklahoma. It was the night of my school's Homecoming Dance. You see, I'm not one to dress up and be all girly-like (dresses, skirts, so on and so forth), well this night, me and my former friend decided we would look sexah..which I did...;) Anyhow, she and I wanted to show the guys at the fire department that we can look hot and sexah. So she and I (her in her long black skirt and red top, me in my short black skirt and white top, with fishnet panty hose) walked to the firehouse and showed off our look. Well, in the midst of all the excitement, I sat down in a chair..which was my friend's. I stood up to talk to a fellow firefighter and my friend pulled her chair around, [b]in front of me!!![/b] and sat down....Well, me being the silly clutz, tried to sit back down...didn't go very well if you can imagine. No, instead of finding a stable seat, I found myself falling backwards onto the concrete floor. My legs went up over my head, revealing my nice undies. I lay on my back, laughing and crying at the same time. I was so embarrassed, I had to leave the meeting room and go into the bays (where the fire trucks are kept). That was embarrassing... Also, the most recent moment of embarrassment: January 18th, 2004 (5 something in the morning) It was in a late chat between Mimmi, Desbreko, James, and myself. Well, I attempted to [b]steal[/b] James' pants. Instead, I wrote [b]steel[/b].....so poor James' pants turned to bronze, rendering him from moving let alone other things....That was thoroughly embarrassing....[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"ARUZAN!!!"[/b] Chinkan struggled to free herself from the men's grasps. Try as she might, Chinkan's swollen belly presented a problem. Her strength was greatly weakened and she was easily subdued by the men. One man gagged her while another tied her hands and feet. Crying, confused, and angry, Chinkan's demonic power began to swirl around her. A searing, golden aura radiated intense heat, scolding the surrounding men. [b]"What the hell?! It burns!! Put her down!!"[/b] the men dropped Chinkan on her side. [b]"We can't leave her; Luna will destroy us all!"[/b] a man stepped out, but was quickly silenced with a fist into the stomach. [b]"I'm not going to pick that bitch up again! Are you fucking kidding? You can do it, I won't!"[/b] a second man turned around. Chinkan lay on the ground, trembling in furry and fear. What were they planning on doing to her? Why? Who were these men? Men from Luna? Coppery tears streaked down Chinkan's cheeks.[/color][color=blue] [b]What are you waiting for, Chinkan? We have the power to kill them all, in just one blast of energy. What's keeping you?[/b][/color][color=indigo] Chinkan blinked, that voice was back. She shook her head. A sharp pain began to ring through her ears and temples. Her eyes flickered, her breathing steadily increased. Adrenaline surged through her pulsing veins. Fangs and nails shot in length, a sudden burst of strength and Chinkan ripped the bounds from her wrists and feet. Standing full heighth, a low growl reverberated through Chinkan's throat. Eyes blinding white, she hissed at the men and pounced ontop of the man who had insulted her; ripping his head clear from his shoulders. The other men began to scream and scatter about, Chinkan chuckled and leapt to another. She bit into his neck and gouged his eyes from their sockets. Chinkan turned around and proceeded to pounce another, but a sudden jerk on her hair sent her to her back. Looking up, Chinkan's eyes focused on a dark figure. [b]"Chinkan, is this anyway for an expecting mother to act?"[/b] a sinister snicker. Chinkan glared daggers as the figure knelt beside her. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a sleek, three-inch long needle. The vile filled with a glowing, orange liquid. [b]"Don't worry, it will only hurt for a few seconds,"[/b] the man smiled and drove the needle into Chinkan's neck before she could react. She screamed out, but within five seconds, Chinkan's eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head and the lids shut heavily. Her body limp in the man's arms. He stood and handed Chinkan's motionless body to the men. [b]"You know what to do with her from here. You should have no more problems with her for a few hours, now leave,"[/b] the figure turned around. [b]"Yes, Luna,"[/b] the men started again to bicker and argue. [b]"And one more thing; If you harm that child within her womb, I will have all of your heads."[/b][/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1] "Understanding", yes, you need. Understand that this is normal, nothing to worry about. I have done this multiple times. It will sneak up on me in times of high stress and/or anger. Do you have family problems? If so, that could explain some of that..and the fact that you'd rather be with your friends than your family. Which is completely fine. I feel you on that. I spend my entire day on the internet to talk to all of my friends here in the OB. They give me a comfort that my family cannot, and that is fine. I love my family dearly, but there are times when you just have to get away. You just need to relax, don't work yourself up on this, you'll only make it worse. Trust me, I went through the exact situation for three years. Three years of off and on [b]anxiety attacks[/b]. They would render me from enjoying time with my family and friends. I would have to lay down in bed and struggle to calm myself, crying and sinking into depression at random. It is very scary, and I hate to see people go through this, for I have been there and I hate it. How did I learn to control it? And yes, you heard me correctly, I said [b]learn to control it[/b]. Anxiety attacks do not go away, they come back once in a blue moon. Brought on by unneccessary stress, worry, fear, etc. Anyways, what I had to do is think outside of myself. Don't think of how you are, think of off topic resources, like friends, pets, family, school, anything that doesn't draw attention to yourself. Focus your thoughts on random objects or people. It helped me. It's been I'd say...two years now; I've only had a few attacks. So hang in there, it's completely normal and controlable. I am happy to see that you have such caring friends, that makes this easier for you. If you would like to talk more, please feel free to PM me or if you have AIM I am [b]GoddessUnluck[/b]. I hope I have helped and take care, [b][center]~Annie~[/center][/color][/size][/i][/b]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Confidence, a trait of self-assurance. Confidence, trust or faith in someone or something. Confidence, Lance had for himself. He smoothly made his way into his office and sat down at his mahogany desk. Smiling, he picked up his telephone. [b]"Hello, Lance here. How are things going? The disk is secure?.........WHAT?! What do you mean?!..........A Fed? Son of a bitch! How could someone hack into the system? Who wou-"[/b] Lance dropped his receiver. [b]Aura.....Shit, I had the disk on me today. It must have fell from my pocket when I ran into her. Son of a fucking bitch...[/b] Lance stood from his chair and grabbed his coat. He stormed out of the office, picking up his keys and cell phone. As if on cue, the phone began to ring. Lance flipped up the screen to see Arua's cell number. Stopping right outside of his car, he struggled to throw on his coat. [b]"Hello?"[/b] [b]"Lance, Lance, where are you? We have to talk now." "Aura, where are you?"[/b] Lance climbed into the driver's seat of his BMW. [b]"I'm leaving from work..shall I meet you at your office?"[/b] [b]"No, do not come to my office...I mean, you know how I hate to have people interrupt my work. Let's meet at that little Chinese place. Rememeber?"[/b] Lance slid the key into the ignition. [b]"Yes, I'm on my way,"[/b] Aura hung up. Lance sighed and started his car. Shifting into first, Lance pulled out of the parking court and headed down the street towards the rendevous restaurant. Pulling up, Lance spotted Aura's car and parked next to hers. He locked his car and walked towards the restaurant. Once again, his cell began to ring. He looked at the number to see Mr. Thompson's office. Lance paused, relaxation washed over his voice. [b]"Yes, Sir?"[/b] [b]"Mr. Anderson, I have just been advised of some...disturbing news. You wouldn't have happened to hear?" "Yes, Sir. I have been notified." "Good, good,"[/b] a slight pause, [/b] "You see, there's something that's troubling me about this. You were the only one to hold that disk." "It was an accident, one in which will be simple to rectify. My girlfriend has the disk." "You had better hope so, Lance. You are my best employee, I'd hate to see you.....disappear..over a woman."[/b] With that last remark, a sharp click from Mr. Thompson's line. Lance took in a deep breath and slipped the cell into his breast pocket and swung the doors open. Looking around, Lance's now hard, cold eyes focused on Aura. She was sitting at their usual table, in the back. Lance casually made his way up to Aura, he put on his usual happy-go-lucky face and sat down across from Aura. [b]"Now that I have you were I want you,"[/b] Lance spoke ironically, his face hid his voice's true meaning, [b] "What is it that you just had to pull me from my tideous work?"[/b] Aura sighed and rolled her eyes, [b] "Explain this to me."[/b] She slid the green disk across the table and stared at Lance. He plucked the disk from Aura's hand. He then looked at her. [b]"Where did you get this?" "From you. You dropped it at my office earlier. Do you have any idea what's on that disk?"[/b] Aura whispered across the table. Lance blinked, Aura hadn't given him the impression that she thought Lance might have known. So, Lance decided to take advantage of this small fortune. [b]"Video games?" "Lance, I'm serious here." "So am I. What's on the disk, Aura." "What is on that disk is something that, if discovered by the wrong hacker, will bring the downfall of the largest powers of the corporal government and industries. That is probably the most powerful weapon you are holding in your hand. If used ignorantly, that disk will destroy technology and/or government."[/b] Lance faked a concerned expression, [b] "Well, what do you plan to do with this? Surely, we can't do a thing about this." "Yes we can. We can destroy this disk...or, we could use it to our advantage.." "How so?"[/b] Lance continued his ding-bat routine. [b]"Well, think about it. We could use it to turn the government on itself. With this, you could scramble their data base and screw the system up so bad, they wouldn't be able to make account for things let's say..oh, taxes, for starters?" "Hm..sounds like a crazy plan. Did you make copies?"[/b] Lance waved the disk, as if to fan himself. [b]"Yes, I have two other copies,"[/b] Aura reached for the disk. [b]"Uh uh, I'm keepin' this,"[/b] Lance giggled and slid the disk into the waist of his pants, [b]"You want this copy so bad, you come and get it."[/b] Lance smiled mischieviously, he knew Aura would decline the offer. Indeed, she sighed in disgust and stood up. [b]"Fine, fine. I have to get back to work now,"[/b] Aura walked over to Lance and kissed him on the forehead. [b]"Where are the other two copies?"[/b] Lance quickly stood up and followed Aura out to her car. [b]"They're at my office, why?"[/b] Aura spun around. [b]"Well, we don't need them to get into the wrong hands, now do we?"[/b] Lance leaned on his car. [b]"Of course not, what do you suggest?"[/b] Aura opened her door. [b]"Maybe I should take them for safe keeping?"[/b] Lance scratched his chin. Aura shook her head,[b] "I don't know what to do with them yet. I'll give you a call later, Lance. Oh, by the way, why would you have something like this, Lance?"[/b] He shrugged, [b]"I found it in the parking court this morning. I was going to take a look at it when I got into work.''[/b] She shut her door and started the car. She gave Lance a relieved smile. Lance sighed and gave her a smile and wave before walking around to the driver's side. He watched Aura pull out of the parking lot and got into his car. [b]"That was close,"[/b] taking a deep breath, Lance pulled out his cell and dialed. [b]"Mr. Thompson...she's made copies." "How many, Lance?" "There are three copies, one of which is in my possession." "Where are the other two?" "Her office. I think we might need to call a few people." "I thought you said it was no problem, Lance,"[/b] Mr. Thompson's voice grew in irritation. [b]"Yes, well, Aura is stubborn. I am surprised I was able to obtain this disk so easily. I think she's begining to suspect me now, so I might need some help." "Come back to the office, and we shall discuss this matter." "Yes, Sir."[/b][/size][/color][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]The depths of the ocean, Tanya found herself at the dark water's grasp once more. Only, she wasn't searching for a commadre, instead, she was desperately trying to search for herself. Silent, stinging tears trickled down her temples. Her pride, family pride, was crushed. Shame and hatred filled her heart. Gen had taken everything that meant anything to Tanya away from her. [b]"T...ya.....you.........to..th.....ship....."[/b] crackles and fizzes screeched throught Tanya's headset, a broken picture of Raul flickered on the screen. Tanya pulled off her helmet and lay back, Deathscythe continuing its course to the ocean floor. She closed her eyes, in expectation of the impact. Supported by the heavy water, Deathscythe made a gentle, dull thud on the sand. Tanya lay there in her harness, staring at the screen, aimlessly. Raul kept trying to talk to her, telling her to come back to the ship, report on what happened, but Tanya had other plans. [b]"Dare you to send anyone after me, Raul, and you shall see what happens,"[/b] she reached over and switched off her comp link. Silence, solitude, the cockpit slowly faded of light. No sounds other than Tanya's calm, steady breathing. This only contradicted the thoughts and emotions that ran through Tanya's mind and body. She tightly shut her eyes, struggling to control her mind, to clear it of every thought, every lust for hatred. In such turmoil her mind was putting her through, Tanya slipped into a somber train of thought. What she planned to do next, she did not know.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]OOC: I agree..however, it is of no matter to me. I will be gone...So, I shall leave this now... ______________________________[/b] Tex stared after Trini, hurt and angered. Allen startled Tex from her thoughts by placing a hand on her shoulder. Tex sighed and looked up at Allen. [b]"Tex, I need you to go to the Engine Room. I need you to place a security block from any entry. I don't know what's going on down there, but we don't need it to spill into the engines and thrusters,"[/b] Allen's voice hinted fear, but his face remained calm. [b]"Yes sir,"[/b] Tex nodded and turned to walk out of the bridge. [b]"Tex, please be careful,"[/b] Sam gave Tex a face full of worry and concern. She simply nodded and pressed the switch for the doors to hiss open. Slowly, Tex made her way to the engine and thrusters. Walking into the darkness and coolness of the room, Tex's eyes darted around, cautious of the unseen. The humming of the engines echoed off of the metal walls, deafening it was, but Tex ignored this. She found the control panel and began to bring up the security systems. The only source of light was from the computer screens, blues and greens lit up Tex's face as she quickly and swiftly entered security codes. Once the codes were accessed, Tex began to head towards the door. Dragging her hand along the wall, she suddenly felt a sticky, moist substance. Jerking her hand away, Tex stepped back. She shook it off and continued towards the door, just then, her hand began to burn and sting. [b]"What the fuck..."[/b] Tex shook her hand and rubbed it on her pants. The burning rose into her forearm then her biscept and across her breast. Tex stumbled back, gasping for air. She backed into an object and bounced off, onto the floor. She tried to stand, but the stinging sensation rendered her muscles from allowing her to move. Instead, Tex lay on the floor, wretching and gasping. The sensation had traveled into her stomach and oppositely moving up her throat. [b]"A..llen....Sa-am...."[/b] Tex tried to call into her headset, but her throat tightened around her vocal chords. A sharp and nauseating pain surged and pulsed in Tex's head. She clutched her temples and tossed and turned on the floor, desperately wanting to scream out in agony. Tears cascade down her burning cheeks, breathing rapidly, her heart felt as if it were going to jump from her chest, a high-pitched ring sounded in her ears. She finally staggered to her feet and leaned against the wall. She felt her blood trickling from her ears, nose, and eyes. Feeling her face, Tex's eyes widened. Deep lacerations streaked her cheeks and lips. She ran her hands down her neck to find that it too had been lacerated. Afraid of what she might touch next, Tex shut her eyes and felt her body. A gaping hole in her chest, the same hole that Kenneth left. Tex coughed up blood and hobbled over towards the door. She felt the gash on her chest begin to open more, shooting sharp pains through her breast. [b]Heh, heh, heh...Tex, you thought you were rid of me?[/b] [b]"Who......"[/b] Tex dropped to her knees as an agonizing pain tore through her head, a stream of blood flowed down the side of her face. Tex brought her hand to her temple to find a small bullet hole, her body trembled in shock. [b]Yes, you remember now.....You put that hole in my head, remember? I hope you enjoy that, you cunt... "No......Vi..n-cent...The-re was...no way..that you...c-ould have..lived.." Feh, whatever...you will die very soon, followed by the rest of your commadres..[/b] Vincent's voice cackled and left Tex to loneliness and pain. She crawled from the Engine Room and slowly made her way back to the bridge. Tex climbs to her feet and leans against the door frame. They hissed open and Allen and Sam turn around, horror washing over their faces. [b]"TEX!!"[/b] Sam jumped from his seat and ran over to Tex. Tex was crying tears of blood. Weak and in an incredible amount of pain, she crumpled into Sam's arms, taking both of them to the floor. [b]"Tex! Tex! What happened?!"[/b] Allen knelt beside Sam and Tex. [b]"V-in..cent...."[/b] Tex's clothes were sopping wet in her blood, which continued to pour from the lacerations and bullet wound. Her skin drained to a sickly, pasty white and freezing to the touch. Sam cradled her in his arms and tried to clean her face from the blood. [b]"Tex...Allen, can we save her?"[/b] Sam looked to Allen, eyes pleading. [b]"I don't think so..."[/b] Allens voice cracked, tears forming in his eyes. Sam burst into tears and he hugged Tex close to him. She lay limp in his grasp. [b]"Tex, please...stay with me..."[/b] Sam brushed bloody strands of hair from Tex's face. She smiled lightly up at Sam. Drawing enough strength, Tex brought her hand up to cup Sam's face. [b]"I......will see..you later.."[/b] Tex choked. [b]"No....."[/b] Sam lay his forehead on Tex's, his tears dropped onto her face, [b]"Please don't....Tex...I love you.."[/b] Tex breathed in and lifted Sam's face to kiss him softly on the lips, [b]"And..I love..you...."[/b] Tex's hand slowly fell to the floor, her head tilted back, her eyes shut. Her heartbeat slowed to a gentle stop.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Kala sought in her mind a way to contact Schwartz. Walking behind Zsuzsanna and Vedette, Kala concentrated. [b]Which one was telopathic? Naji I think....[/b] Kala stepped over a molded log, stopping shortly. [b]"Kala, we must keep going,"[/b] Zsuzsanna pointed out. [b]"I know how to get Schwartz's attention. There is a telopathic by the name of Schuldig. Surely he can hear us if we concentrate hard enough, channel our thoughts to him. We have to be calm and coherent,"[/b] Kala looked at the girls. [b]"Well, what are we waiting for?"[/b] Vedette leaned on her better ankle. Kala nodded and closed her eyes, the other two followed. Slowly and calmly, Kala focused her thoughts into one coherent transfer to Schuldig. [b]...This is Kala Crustov..please, hear my thoughts. Zsuzsanna, Vedette, and I have just escaped from Rosenkruez...we need your help...[/b][/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]A great rumble forced Tanya to her hands and knees. The dark room suddenly beaconed red, alarms became the symphony in which broke through Tanya's secluded mind. The screams of men, a whoosh of flames shot through the corridor outside of the room she was in. Tanya stood and looked through the window of the door, horror filled within her. The petrifying sight of her gundam being engulfed with flames and smoke. [b]"NO, DEATHSCYTHE!!!!!"[/b] tears flowed freely as she watched helplessly. Soon enough, the flames outside of the room disspelled and Tanya flew out. She ran down the metal grate and towards the docking bay. The heat was intense, the metallic paint of the gundams began to bubble. Tany knew that if the fire continued, the gundams would be destroyed. She turned around and ran to the control panels. [b]"What the fuck is going on here!?!"[/b] Tanya quickly punched in the anti-fire systems and the bay began to spray water, it looked like there was a rain storm inside the ship. Tanya found a suit and helmet and furiously slipped into the suit. She looked about the gundams and noticed one was missing, Heavy Arms. Tanya sighed and threw on her helmet, then proceded down the still burning hot catwalk. Thankfully, the boots of the suit prevented Tanya's feet from being burned and blistered. She approached Deathscythe. It was scorched and naked of paint in random patches. Tanya's heart filled with anger, Gen had nearly destroyed her grandfather all over. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Tanya pressed the switch to open the cockpit. A wave of heat washed over her, the suit and helmet repelled what would have scorched Tanya. However, beads of sweat began to form over her brow. She ignored this and jumped into Deathscythe. The gigantic creature hummed to life. The cockpit glew reds and blues from the control panels and radars. The eyes lit up green, Tanya's eyes remained dull, charcol-grey. [b]"Tanya, what's going on!?"[/b] Raul's face appeared on the screen. [b]"Heavy Arms is gone. DO NOT send the other gundams. If you know what's best for them, you will hear me out and keep them on the ship. I'm sending you the damage reports, repair your ship,"[/b] Tanya pressed a few buttons, the files of damage reports on their way. [b]"But what about you? Won't you need he-" "No, I can take care of myself, Raul. The ship is too vulnerable right now, that's why the gundams will stay behind. Now, without further adieu.." "Ta-"[/b] Tanya switched off her comp screen before Raul could finish. Tanya turned Deathscythe and blasted from the bay.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b] "Artemus....Artemus, Angel of Chaos....wake my son....wake..."[/b] a marvelous, soft voice rang through the silver mist. Artemus lay on a bed of white roses, his wing and roses stained with stark red. The voice of sheer magnificance danced in Artemus' ears, his eyes flittered open. Not knowing where he was, Artemus quickly stood up. He lost his balance, due to the rendered wing, and fell into the golden waters. [b]"Artemus, you know where you are?"[/b] the angelic voice chuckled. [b]"I-I am home.."[/b] Artemus stood on his knees and gazed about. [b]"Yes, home,"[/b] a soft glow appeared infront of Artemus. He smiled and slowly bowed. From the silver mist and soft glow, a woman appeared. Her silky, creamy wings spread into what seemed neverending. Her dark brownish-golden hair flowed down her back and floated atop of the water. Her smile filled Artemus with splendorous joy. [b]"Shalynndria, Mother,"[/b] tears swelled in Artemus' eyes. [b]"It has been far too long. You are injured,"[/b] her soft eyes glistened with worry and she dropped to her knees beside Artemus, looking over his injured wing. [b]"Yes, if I cannot mend my wing....I will become mortal, and lose everything I have struggled to get back........and I will lose Nymphanie,"[/b] his voice trailed off in despair. [b]"Nymphanie, a new rank for God's army? I have seen this Nymphanie in my dreams, she is very loyal and very beautiful,"[/b] Shalynndria pulled a strand of her hair from her head and dipped it in the waters. [b]"Yes, she is. Nymphanie captured my heart the moment we looked into eachother's eyes. Never have I felt such a way before. I was frightened at first, but her smile....her smile settled all uncertainties, set aside all fear, only to fill my heart with pleasure in just being in her presence,"[/b] Artemus looked to his mother. Shalynndria then wrapped the golden strand of hair around Artemus' wing. She smiled and took Artemus' face into her slender, smooth hands. Artemus held onto his mother's hands as she drew closer. She planted a gentle, light kiss on Artemus' lips. Her comforting warmth spread throughout Artemus, his wing began to tingle with both heat and chill. His body engulfed with Shalynndria's aura. She released Artemus and stood, took his hands, pulling him to his feet. [b]"Go now, my son. I feel this war is about to procede into darkness. You must hurry back to Delnoreth and Nymphanie. Here, take this and give it to Delnoreth, for his wound,"[/b] Shalynndria traced her son's face with a delicate finger, then handed him a blue vile filled with a healing tonic. Artemus bowed and kissed his mother on the cheek, [b]"I will come back..and with Nymphanie. Thank you, Mother."[/b] Shalynndria smiled and faded along with the surroundings. Artemus spun around to find himself standing within the city. He ran to the house where he left Nymphanie and Delnoreth. Stretching his wings, he smiled. His injured wing felt as if it hadn't even been touched. He reached the house and burst through the doors. Nymphanie jumped from the bed and ran to Artemus. [b]"Your wing,"[/b] she threw her arms around Artemus. He held her close. Her smell so light and soothing. Running his fingers through her hair, Artemus looked to Delnoreth. Delnoreth nodded as if to say "welcome back''. [b]"Delnoreth, drink this,"[/b] Artemus tossed the blue vile at Delnoreth. [/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][size=1]Ah, so glad you can join us once more. Now, where were we......[i] [b]"Son of a puss-licking, ass-munching, gang-banging, donkie-raping, hill billy bitch!!!"[/b] Sir Annsie picked the chunks of crap off of her boot with a small weeding hoe.[/i] Yes, yes, I believe this is where we left off. Please excuse Sir Annsie's temper..[i] [b]"Ugh, disgusting filth!"[/b] Sir Annsie climbs the incredibly, and many, steep hills of the English countryside. The hills seemed neverending! Once Sir Annsie descended..er, rather rolled down, the side of a hill, she found herself climbing another. Sir Annsie is now atop of one of these monstronsterous hills, holding her weak body up with her spaded shovel. She gazed over the country only to look over a see of dense, thick fog. [b]"Impossible muck,"[/b] Sir Annsie growled. Standing up, the shovel's blade slipped on a slippery rock that was slippery because of the slippery-ness of the slippery rock that was slippery because of the slippery-ness of the slippery English weather.......yes, that's it. Continuing, due to the shovel losing grip, Sir Annsie found herself tumbling mercilessly down the rocky side of the tretcherous hillside, cursing all the way down. [b]"*#)@^*^% !!!!!!!!!!!"[/b] Sir Annsie struggles to stand up, beating her shovel on the tree trunk. Once she calmed down, Sir Annsie limped through an abundent forrest. Groaning and wincing, bleeding from wounds on her forehead, arms, and legs. A shuffle in the forrest, Sir Annsie's eyes darted about. The noise continued, growing closer and faster. Sir Annsie reached into her leather sack and pulled out her squirt gun filled with poisonous weed killer! *dun, dun, dun music* [b]"Come out, ya pansy!"[/b] Sir Annsie whirled around, aiming the squirt gun. [b]"Ni!"[/b] a high-pitched chirp echoed through the forrest. [b]"Agh! No, not the 'ni'! Please!"[/b] Sir Annsie dropped to her knees and held the back of her hands to her ears. [b]"You make shrubberies, ni?"[/b] the voice seemed to come from all around. [b]"Yes, yes I do. Who asks?"[/b] Sir Annsie climbed to her feet. [b]"I.....am Richard of The Order of The Knights that until formerly said Ni,"[/b] he stepped out of the woods and towered above Sir Annsie. Sir Annsie stepped back a few feet, backing into a tree trunk. Richard approached her, with that cloak of his, it seemed as if he floated above the ground. He stopped feet away, Sir Annsie scrunched down. [b]"I demand a shrubbery, ni. A nice one, not too full, but not too cheeky. I don't have much money, so it can't be too expensive, ni. Can you build me one?"[/b] Richard tucked his cloak under his arms, revealing a pair of hideous, hairy appendages known as legs....in this case, they looked more like a cat's scratching post. [b]"Uhhh..yeah, I can do that...What plants would you like?"[/b] Sir Annsie brushed herself off.[/color][/size][/i]