Annie

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Right, I need 2 more people. I would like to get them in before I start this RP(G). But until then, here's my character: Name: Brody Radley Age: 28 Gender: Female (surprise!) Group: Renegade, No. 4 Appearance: [url]http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/29-9.htm[/url] *Although she may look young and sweet, beware, she is vicious and strong.* Weapon(s): A .12 gauge, short barrel, pump action shotgun. Also, on the bottom of her forearms, forearm length blades that are attatched at the wrist. They stay underneath her sleeves and close to her arm. When in hand-to-hand combat, the blades stay concealed, until Brody punches at her opponent. They get hit with a double whammy, first the fist and as Brody's arm passes, the razor sharp steel slashes the opponent. Bio: Brody's real name is Brodeline Radley. She had a normal childhood, lots of friends and she was always getting into trouble. Around her middle teens, Brody become the leader of a local gang. They were infamous and the most feared. Brody was ruthless and merciless. She protected each member as if they were her children. To her, the gang was the closest thing to a family she had. Her parents were drunks and never paid any attention to Brody, leaving her to fend for herself. How did Brody become head of 4th Division of the "Stefani Organization"? At the age of 20, Brody's gang fought their rivals and won. The leader of that gang then decided to go after Brody. She went to the Organization for protection. Roger Stefani found out everything Brody and approached her to be part of the Org. For her protection and an amazing pay check, Brody hopped at the offer. After a few short years, Brody quickly became top dog in the 4th Division. The rest of her history is, well, history. [/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]"Later, Trini," Tex walked into the shower stall. [i]"his face...I don't want to see it, it ...it makes me think of all the stuff I went through. The stuff that happened before I even thought about getting on this ship and joining this crew. The bullshit life I had."[/i] [i]What did she mean by that? Is it possible she and Vincent had something together? If so, what happened between them?[/i] Tex peeled off the last garment and stepped into the steaming hot water. Tex thought endlessly of the [i]Event Horizon[/i]. She, for the first time, was horrified. She'd been scared like the day in the cell block, but never horrified. They were finally there, face to face with Satan's ship. She could see it right out the windows. The very sight sent an ice cold finger scratching down her back. A nauseating knot curled up in the bottom of Tex's stomach. She shook her head and continued to wash herself of the grime and blood. She sighed. [i]Physicals are today..Not really looking forward to this. I hate physicals, having a complete stranger look at my body, egh..[/i] Tex shuddered a bit. She was finishing up when she heard footsteps on the tile of the showers. She hunkered down, the water cascaded down her face. "Who's there?" Tex called out. "Oh, I didn't know anyone was in here," Sam's voice sounded not of shock, but of a sneering snake. "Uh, yeah, there is. Now leave, please," Tex hide behind the divider. "What's wrong, Tex? Why should you be so afraid to show your body to me?" Sam's voice grew closer. Tex's chest began to heave and she frantically searched for an object to protect herself with. Sam's footsteps fell silent, Tex's breathing rose to a heavy pace. "First Kenneth and now Ruben? What about me? Or the Captain, or Van? Did you fuck them, too?" Sam's voice rose with a tone of anger. "I didn't fuck anyone, for your information. Now, leave," Tex's voice remained calm, although she was shaking. "Nah, I don't think I will just yet," a chuckle rippled through the stalls. Tex looked on the ground to see Sam's shadow creeping closer. Her heart began to skip beats. Sam was begining to scare her. The same sense of fear she felt in the cell blocks. "Sam..please leave.." Tex couldn't hold back her fear. "Aw, scared? Of me? The sarcastic, happy-go-lucky pilot? Who wouldn't be suspected of anything? Well.....you should!'' Sam's voice boomed and he burst into the shower. Tex let out a blood curtling scream and tried to avade Sam's attack. He jumped at her and she ducked, sliding across the soap covered tiles. She struggled to climb to her feet, but Sam's arms wrapped around her waist and his strength, Tex could not match. Sam flipped Tex over and slammed her against the rubber matted grate of the locker area. Tex wailed her arms in defense and landed a hard blow to his nose. "You fucking cunt!!!" Sam bellowed and slapped Tex. "HELP!!!! ALLEN!!!!! VAN!!!! SOMEONE!!!!!" Tex started to cry. Sam struggled to pin Tex down and remove his clothes. Suddenly, when Tex thought all was lost, Sam was jerked from her. His body slammed against the lockers. "Who the fuck?!" Sam looked up to be met with a fist. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?! What the fuck's wrong with you!? We trusted you!!" Tex couldn't quite make out the voice, she was struggling to catch her breath and throw a towel around her. "Shut up!!! It's not fair!!!" Sam charged at the figure.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]"I don't know, Tex. You're the detective," Sam folded his hands behind his head. "I've never encountered anything remotely close to this mission. I have no idea about things like the phenominal. I was trained and I believe in what I see," Tex stood up, frustrated at Sam's lack of compassion. She walked towards the airlocked doors,"Where are you going? I thought you were going to stay with me," Sam sat up. "I have no patience for your sarcasm," Tex threw over her shoulder. The doors hissed as the hydrolics (sp, I have a slight headache, so sorry for all of the mistakes) forced the heavy metal doors to slide open. She walked down the corridor, Allen's voice rang over the PA. "Attention, we will reach the [i]Event Horizon[/i] at 22:00 hours (10 pm). I suggest you try to get some sleep, because I can guarantee that you will not get any where we're going," Allen's voice hinted a sense of deadly seriousness. Tex sighed and headed towards her quarters. She lay on her bed, wide awake. The questions of how she couldn't see Ruben picked at her tired brain. She growled lightly and sat up. She threw her boots on without tying them and grabbed her glasses. Tex's boots flopped on the grate, her shoe laces dragged. She walked over to Ruben's quarters and knocked. There was no answer. Tex knocks again, still no answer. She figured he was asleep and turned to return to her quarters. "T..ex? What's wrong?" Ruben's door opens with a groan and his sleepy eyes blink to focus. "I didn't know you were asleep, please, go back to bed," Tex apologized and started to leave. "No, no. Come back," Ruben insisted and grabbed Tex's wrist, "Somethings bothering you. What is it?" Tex looked down at her hand. Ruben's hand enveloped hers. His eyes showed sincerity. Tex nods and turns around. Ruben invited her in and they sat down on his bed. He still had ahold on Tex's hand. "I'm really bothered about how I couldn't see nor hear you. What if that happens to all of us on the [i]Event Horizon[/i]? What would be our itinerary? These are questions that plague my mind. Rushing in on me all at once, like a massive flood. Thoughts tangle and tug, I can't think straight," Tex started to rub her temples, her voice shook," I'm not sure if I can do this anymore." "Hey, don't say things like that. You are the most prestigious detective in the USAF, you will get through this. You want to know why?" Ruben moved closer to her and took up her other hand. Tex looked alittle taken back. The look in his eyes, the grip of his hand, the sound of his voice, were all filled with an emotion Tex was not well associated with. She looked away. "Why?" her voice a mere whisper. "Because you are strong," Tex shook her head,"No, you are. I saw it in your face that day. Considering your situation, you showed strength in the face of danger, eventhough you were frightened out of your skin. You took to the ship on your own. You showed incredible strength to relieve Vincent of his suffering. You just need to relax. We will survive through this, we will all work together to bring eachother home." Tex's face was reddened with embarrassment, uncertainty, and flattery. She looked to Ruben, her eyes telling him "Thank you".[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]"What kind of monk is he?" Miru knelt down and took the ring into her hands. "[i]Yujin[/i]....That name..." Miru twirled the ring between her fingers. She shrugged and slipped the ring down her index finger. She started to walk in the direction of her grandfather's shrine. She though of the monk named "Yujin". He was rather...different. Miru didn't know why, but his presence felt all too familiar. His smile, his eyes, his voice, what was it? Miru couldn't place a finger on it, she had felt like she had known him for a long time. "I wonder how Grandfather is..." Miru tried to shake her akward feeling from her mind. The rain, cold, yet relaxing, danced atop of Miru's head. The smell of fresh overpowered the slim of the city streets. The cars drowned in the symphany of pitter-patter of the rain on the tin rooftops, dumpsters, and concrete. Miru was positively soaked, but she enjoyed the cool rain over the steaming sun and humidity. She decided to walk through the park today. Children played and romped, screaming and chasing one another. This made Mir smile. Children had always warmed her cold heart. So innocent and oblivious to this cruel world. She sat on a bench for many minutes, completely lost in the bliss of children's laughter. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Yujin appeared from nowhere and sat beside Miru. "Yes, they are....Where did you go off to?" Miru turned to question.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]C'mon Inu Fandom, if we were planning on having new recruits, you know that there should have been a sign-up sheet :p.. I'm still Chinkan, but her appearance has changed, and I'm giving her a last name.. Name: Chinkan Torra, Daughter of the White Flammed Demon Age: over 700 years Gender: Female Race: Half Demon, Half vampire. Appearance: 5'5", 125lbs, tanned skin. Her hair is silky and thick, pearly white is soft gold highlights. Her eyes are soft gold with a thicker gold rimming her iris. On her face, she has golden strips that frame her eyes and swirl up her temples. She wears a tight white T-shirt that stops above her belly button, a pair of black soft leather pants, black high heeled boots (the heal is 1in thick and 2in high). Eventhough she is said to be over 700 years old, Chinkan appears to look in her early 20's. Bio: It is a very long story that Chinkan would rather put behind her....(I might come back to do this..Some of her Bio was explained in the summary..If anyone really wants to know, look up the original sign up or the first few pages of the first story...I don't have time nor the will to write out a bio at the moment)[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Whoohoo! I got terra! Hehehe..Okay, that's it for "The Relief''... I need people for "The Numbers" 2 and 3...I need one more "Enforcements"... METATRON you have a reserved spot. And you will be glad to see that I widened your possibilities for more suitable weapons. Have fun.. So, No. 2 and 3 and one more enforcer..and that should do it...But if someone wishes to be part of the story and didn't get here in time, PM ME..[/color][/b][/size] I will put everyone's name up later..I'm rather tired...12:50 am gets to you...

[color=indigo][b][size=1][i]" I heard you in there... I went to the cells, and you were just standing there, talking on your headset to someone.. and then... then you left... like you never.. even saw me... or something... I .... was scared.... you acted like you were on your own." Tex looked at him strangely "Are you sure... maybe it was a dream.....?" "No, I was there. Because Chubbs called me soon after... it was worrying." [/i] The previous conversation floated through Tex's racing mind. After Trini and Ruben bolted, Tex into the showers. She heard the converation about Van's situation through a loose communication connection on the PA. She felt everything was calm enough to make a quick shower. Visions of that day, the fear aroused her slumbering senses, the fear she felt of being so alone. Tex was used to being alone, but what she felt sunk deep into the depths of her soul. Never had she felt like that, it was as if she were the only soul in the entire galaxy. Tex finished her shower and walked down the corridor to her quarters. Getting dressed into clean clothes, Tex fell to silence. Pings and clings from the ship echoed through the room. She decided to go pay Van a visit. She exited her room and started to walk towards medical. She saw Sam heading back to the cockpit. "How is he?" Tex questioned. "He's fine, just needs some rest..Where you off to?" Sam stopped. "I'm going to check up on him," Tex started to walk. "Hey, Tex...." Sam started after her. "What?" she stopped and sighed. "Could you..I mean, if you wouldn't mind...could you keep me company for a little while?" Sam's voice was not its usual boisterous, happy-go-lucky tone. Tex turned around and tilted her head,"What's wrong? Are you okay?" "Well, I had a dream of crashing.....I would like to talk to someone so I don't drift off, the drugs are still in the system...You don't have to, I just.." Sam started to fidget. "Alright, Sam. I will stay with you for a while," Tex smiled and walked with Sam into the cockpit. [i]What happened to him? He's fidgeting, his face shows fear, his eyes are shifty, alert...[/i]Tex sat in the seat next to him and propped her feet up on the control panel. Sam looked at Tex and smiled. His smile was not of a smartass, but of relief and comfort. "I really appreciate this Tex, just a little spooked from this whole mission," Sam tried to give a small chuckle but quickly faded. "Don't worry, Sam. We'll all be going home, together," Tex leaned over and squeezed his arm. "I hope so," Sam's voice shook slightly. [i]Me too..[/i] "Sam, something bothers me," Tex shifted her weight and sat sideways. "What's that?" "When we entered the asteroid field, I checked out the cell block. I saw nothing, no one, but I felt something or someone. Ruben told me that he was there, and called out. I neither heard nor saw him..Why would that happen? How the fuck could that be possible? Do you know anything on this?" Tex leaned up, her elbows on her knees, the collar of her sweater hung loose around her neck. [/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]OOC: Heh..heh..heh..I'm back*grins deviously*. _____________________________________ IC: "Ah, you gotta love New Orleans, Louisianna during Mardie Gras," Chinkan squeezes Aruzan's hand. "I have never been here before," Aruzan smiles at all of the bright greens, purples, and golds. Mascarades of people with feathery masks and fluffy boa's (feather scarf). Merchants on the side walks selling souveniers, boisterous women flashing men for strands of beads, drunks spill into the crowded streets, the ocean of people forces the married couple to flow along its current. "I cannot believe all of these people!" Aruzan laughed. "Yes, it is a different world in the South. Completely different from the serene San Fransico,"Chinkan giggled at Aruzan. [/color] OOC: Bwah, that's the best I can do since someone didn't wait for me to edit...and Juaquime, don't go too far with your part, you know what I mean..hehehe..[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]OOC: Talk to Vincent? He's dead..you going to sèance? _________________________________________________ IC: Tex lays in her room. She drifts into a peaceful sleep. Until the vision of Vincent's body flooded her mind. He was smiling malicioulsy at her. He was beckoning Tex to come to him. [i]No!! Leave me alone! Begone with you!![/i] Tex's face twitched. [i]Tex Crandell, come to me now. Together we can take control of Earth...[/i] Vincent's voice echoed through Tex's mind. [i]No! You are dead you piece of shit!! You're just a vision, leave..[/i] [i]Are you so sure? I could be laying right next to you...[/i] Vincent's sticky, bloody hand ran down Tex's face and over her breasts. "SOMEONE!!! HELP!!!" Tex flew out of bed and felt her body. [5:50 am] No blood, nothing but the bone chilling fear within her body, remained. Tex was in a cold sweat. Her body was shaking. She decided to go take a shower before everyone woke and took up the cubicles. She grabbed a towel and walked down the corridor. Her bare feet stuck to the rubber matted grate. She ran her fingers through her sweat soaked hair. She heard a scream. She picked up her pace and entered the lavatory to see Ruben bolting from the cubicles. He was hysterical. He ran into Tex and both crashed to the metal grate. Ruben looked down to see Tex looking up at him curiously. His body was as cold as Tex's. "Tex, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Ruben started to climb off of Tex and onto his feet. "It's okay..Are you okay? I heard you scream.." Tex begins to sit up. Ruben bent over to help Tex to her feet. She straightens her sweater and looked up at him with a questioning look. Ruben looked pale, strained, and absolutely in fright. "I saw him...and blood..and his voice.." Ruben shuttered. "Me too. He invaded my sleep...and he touched me. I know it was only a nightmare, but it felt so real.." Tex begins to hold herself. "He touched you?" Ruben rubbed Tex's shoulders. "Yes..." "Tex...did you happen to see anyone in the cell blocks when we were repairing the hull from the asteroids?" Ruben leaned against the wall. "I didn't see anyone..but I did feel someone next to me..." she leaned on the opposite wall. "Really?" "Yes, why do you ask?" Tex looks curiously.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Okay, I sent you a PM Burori, but just in case you see this first.....Please post!!! I love ya as my lil'bro, but if I want this story to do good this time around, I will be forced to find someone else for Yujin. Don't make me do it, I would rather not, but I WILL if I must. I still have alot of people who have signed up for the characters in the past, and I want to get to them soon. People have been losing their patience with this, as have I. So please post. Thank you. [center]~Annie~[/center][/b][/size][/color]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Reaper was leaning against the parlor doors, sipping her tea. She sighed under a sip and watched Leon pace back and forth, boasting his speech. Every once in a while, he'd give Reaper a glance. She pushed herself away from the frame and walked back into the kitchen. "Anuk-suna-mun, how you have changed," Sheeba, Goddess of Nature walked up beside Reaper. "Sheeba," Reaper gave her a nod. These two didn't get along. Never did. It was the body thing. Sheeba argued she had a better body, Reaper disagreed. Not that she said hers was better, she just hated shallow people like Sheeba who pick fights over who has the biggest breasts or tightest rear, or whatever. Reaper's maturity to ignore Sheeba only drove her mad. Sheeba had always tried to fight Anuk-suna-mun. "What's wrong?" Sheeba broke the silence. "Wha-Oh, it's nothing. You going to fight?" Reaper leaned her back against the counter. "You know it. But there's something wrong with you, you don't look like yourself. Are you afraid?" Sheeba sat atop of the counter. "That was an idiotic question," Reaper rolled her eyes and sipped her drink. "Well, what's wrong then?" Reaper hated persistance. Especially, when it came from such annoying people. She turned to face Sheeba and glared. "Tis none of your business. I do my part by staying out of yours, do me a favor and return the courtesy," Reaper pushed away from the counter and began to walk off. "Anuk-suna-mun! We have to learn to get along!" Sheeba jumped from the counter. "We would get along if you stayed out of my business," Reaper spun around. "It's a deal then," Sheeba held out a hand, Reaper stared and sighed, took the hand and shook. "Now if you'll excuse me," Reaper released the hand and walked into the lounge. "Leon, I must leave," Reaper tapped Leon on the shoulder. "No one goes anywhere," he made it an effort to look away. "Listen, I am going to be gone just for an hour. I have to go to Hamunaptra to retrieve my Staff of Ra, then I will return. I cannot fight without it," Reaper clutched Leon's wrist. He stared at her for a few seconds then nodded, "Fine, but hurry back." Reaper released his hand and gave him a thankful smile. She then 'poofed' out of the castle and on her way to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, in Egypt.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Okay, I have come to a decision. Raiha, you are in..If you are under aged, PM your character to ME. Do not post it up here until I give you the say so. You'd better make sure you have decent grammar and spelling. So, once again, if you are under aged and want to join, PM me your character.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Oooh, snoogens. This is going to be fun*rubs hands and smiles mischieviously* Name: Annie Rogers Year: 4 Team: Parental Advisory Label: Team Captain/skater-punk/ "The Godfather" Description: [url]http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/1-2.htm[/url] Bio: Annie is crazy, witty, a clutz, and extremely playful. She's one of those people that you love to be around. It wouldn't matter what mood you are in, or if you were the lone wolf, Annie has a way in making people smile. She is a very powerful leader, doing anything in her power to protect her teammates. If someone were to mess with a teammate, and Annie found out about it, she'd personally see to it that that person was renderred from speaking for weeks. This is why they call her "The Godfather", she takes care of her teammates and friends. She enjoys hanging out with her friends and loves to fight. When it comes to fighting, Annie is a completely different person. Well, she's still crazy and witty, but in a fight, she is deathly serious and ruthless. Annie doesn't care how old you are, how much bigger you are to her, or how well you fess up, if you pick a fight with her, you'd better hope she's in a good mood. At the age of 15, she entered the Kurookami High School. Her first day, Annie was jumped by a school team. She fought as best as she could, but was greatly outnumbered. Thankfully, Parental Advisory rescued Annie. Triston Pratt, the Team Captain at the time, took Annie under his wing and taught her everything she knows about fighting. Throuhout the rest of her high school years, Annie quickly became the Team Captain. Eventhough she is a pleasant person, many students and other teams cowered before Annie and her team. Her tough leadership and cooky personality makes her teammates show respect and loyalty to her. [/color][/b][/size]

[color=red][b]Warning[/b]: This RP(G) is for mature audiences only. It will contain coarse language, extreme violence, and sexual content. If anyone is offened by any of the material mentioned above, I advise and urge you to leave..don't even bother....no, go now..... Anyway, moving on. I have noticed that one shouldn't judge by the age, but by the maturity level. So if you are underaged, SEND ME YOUR CHARACTER'S PROFILE FIRST BEFORE YOU POST HERE! PM's were created for a reason...If I don't like you, I won't let you post..kidding people, sheesh, relax. But seriously, send me your character. If you just post, I will be upset. That will just show that you don't pay much attention and you can't show the responsibility to follow directions.[/color] __________________________________________________ [color=indigo][size=1]I got this idea from a PS2 game called "XIII". I have not played it, but it gave me a pretty good idea of what it was about. So if you have played the game, and this doesn't fall along the game's storyline, please remember it was just an idea. This will be my first, serious RP(G). I know it's going to be rough around the edges, so a little encouragement would be appreciated.[/color][/size] [size=1][b][color=firebrick][center][u]Unlucky Number[/u][/center] It all started four months ago with the assassination of Robert Leigh, head executive of the world wide trade corperation, "Western Collect". The assassination I had to carry out. Feh, I had no idea of what I had gotten myself into. I, Brody Radley, was part of the "Stefani Organization". They are a group of gangsters that control all enterprises, business trades, drug trades, so on and so forth that flow through the city of Highrise. You wanted kilo's of cocaine, you went to them. You wanted land, you went to them. You needed protection, you went to them. You wanted someone offed, you went to them. You get the idea. There are four divisions within the Organization. Each division was assigned a number. Division 1 took care of the business trades. Division 2 took care of the money organizing. Division 3 took care of protection. And Division 4 took care of the "offing". As you may have guessed, I was part of the "offing" division. Not only was I part of it, I ran the joint. I was the man to come to for your needs. If you wanted someone as insignificant as your high school rival or as significant as your bosses executive, or a drug lord, I could handle the job. That is, if you paid me enough. Well, one day, a "customer" was not satisfied with my work and complained to Roger Stefani, the grand puba of the "Stefani Organization". Stupid, right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Roger decided to relive me of my position. But, he was so rude as to keep it behind my back. I would soon find out through my last job. The assassination of the pompous Mr. Robert Leigh. Take a wild guess as to why that was my last job. I was set up. Set up by the heads of each division and the man himself, Roger Stefani. Robert Leigh, as I told you before, was the head executive of "Western Collect". This corperation traded quite frequently with the Organization and was a pretty good allie with us. Until I was ordered to off Mr. Leigh. I was fooled to believe that he didn't deliver over three hundred million dollars of debt money to the Organization. I had no reason to distrust Roger, so I carried out my job. Collect and the Organization started to turn on eachother, then they turned on me. The Collect sent their suits after me for killing Leigh. The Organization sent my own men after me for causing so much trouble. I had become a threat to the Organization, for as long as I stayed with the org, I endangered Roger Stefani and his business. I have been running these last four months, running from my brethern of assassins. I am trying to rectify my innosence. I am trying to stay alive. I am going after Roger Stefani and the three other men who conspired against me. Four men, four numbers. Number 1- Roger Stefani Number 2- Brian Thomas Number 3- Austin Maxworth Who's the fourth man? Number 4 is me, Brody Radley. I will show them why "4" is going to be their unlucky number.[/color][/size][/b] _________________________________________________ [color=blue][size=1][b]There are three groups to sign up for. One group will be the three men that my character is going after. Of course, they are going to be called "The Numbers":[/color] [color=red][center]Number 1- Roger Stefani

[color=indigo][b][size=1]"Well, I'm going to get some sleep myself. Wake me for anything," Tex stood up and nodded at Trini. "No problem, have a good few hours of sleep," Trini smiled. "Do you need an escort?" Sam stood up. "How sweet, but no," Tex spat bluntly. "Sheesh, it's just that you look a bit shaken," Sam followed Tex down the hall despite Tex's cold shoulder. "Sam, I appreciate your concern, but I do not wish to be annoyed. For your safety, you will leave me be," Tex stopped and turned to face the boisterous pilot. "Okay then," Sam winked and walked back down the corridor. Tex shook her head and continued towards her quarters. She saw Satell stumbling towards Allen's quarters. "Satell, do you need help?" Tex walked over to Satell who was leaning against the wall trying to catch a breath. "Oh, Tex, could you? Still a little weak," Satell held out her hands. "No problem," Tex took Satell's arm and wrapped it around her waist and helped her walk to Allen's quarters. "Thank you," Satell gave Tex a grateful smile and entered the room. Tex nodded and continued on her way. She passed Kenneth's room, his door was open. Tex shrugged and knocked. "Kenneth, may I come in?" Tex leaned against the frame of the door. "Sure," Kenneth lay on his back, one arm underneath his head, the other over his eyes. He sounded upset too. Upset, angry, and tired. Tex walked in and leaned against the opposite wall. His room was slightly larger than Tex's. His chair was lodged between the locker and the wall, a result of his anger Tex supposed. Kenneth lifted his arm and looked over at Tex. "You can sit," Kenneth pointed to the foot of his bed. Tex pushed herself away from the wall and sat down at the foot of Kenneth's bed. She brought one leg up to her chest, the other dangled from over the edge of the bed. She wraped an arm around her leg, the other proped up, holding her chin. Tex sighed and looked down over at Kenneth. "What was it that you wanted?" Kenneth put his arm back over his face. "I just..Didn't really want to be alone at the moment," Tex shrugged. "There were two other people in the hall with you," Kenneth's voice held no emotion. "I know, but I feel alone with Trini and I grow irritated with Sam," Tex brushed back her wavy hair. "Hmm, there are other people within the ship," Kenneth's fingers flexed. "I don't feel a connection with anyone else," Tex started to pick at her boot. She rested her chin on her knee and fiddled with her laces. Her dark brown hair fell over her face. She felt Kenneth shift. "What does that mean?" Kenneth was now laying on his side, his right arm bent to hold up his head, his left arm bent behind his head. Tex held onto her leg, "Well, what do you think it means?" "I don't know, that's why I asked you." "I know how you feel about this mission. I am now begining to feel what you do. After seeing Vincent die, I just don't know what to expect. I'm not afraid to die, I'm afraid of not knowing why. Those crews suffered a horrible fate in which we cannot begin to fathom. I don't wish to see anyone go through what they had to," Tex let out a shaky breath. Kenneth stared at her with understanding,"Exactly." Tex smiled at him, her eyes glistened with forming tears. She didn't know exactly why she felt comfortable with Kenneth, but there was something about his personality that gave her a sense of comfort. This is why she wanted to enter his room, to sit and be in his presence. [/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1] 'Poof' Leon was gone. Leaving Reaper to fume. She had just told him that she had feelings for him and he just 'poofed'! Reaper's face flushed with anger, hurt, and embarrassment. "I knew I should never have bothered," a single, hot tear trickled down her cheek. [i]Dong, dong, do-[/i] the clock on the wall started to notify the time when Anuk-suna-mun, out of fury, spun around and punched straight through the face and the wall behind it. She sighed and 'poofed' herself into the lounge where all of the gods and goddesses gathered. She ignored Leon sitting in a chair right infront of her. She walked over to give Nike, God of Speed, a hug. Nike was the only other God that she could stand. "Anuk-suna-mun, it is a great pleasure to see you once again," Nike bowed his head. "Pleasure's all mine," Reaper smiled softly. "What is wrong? You are tormented and irritated,"Nike placed a soft hand on her shoudler. "Oh, it is nothing of great importance," Reaper shot a cold glare at Leon. She then walked past Ororro, Goddess of Fire. The two had never got along, they usually ended up fighting. "It's Leon isn't it?" Ororro's meke, child-like voice scratched at Reaper's nerves. "Tis none of your damned concern," Reaper shot over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen. "This is going to be a long night," Reaper said to Desiree. "Tell me about it. Here," Desiree handed Reaper a mug of tea. "Thanks," Reaper sat ontop of the granite counter and sipped the hot liquid. [i]Hmm, I am a fool to ever think I could love that man...[/i][/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]OOC: I forgot if my character was sitting or standing, so I am going to make her standing... IC: "So, what do we do now?" Leon sat down on the bath tub. "Well, now that we are alone, I was wanting to tell you something," Reaper smiled and walked over to Leon. She sat next to him and lay her head on his shoulder. Leon stiffened and looked down at Reaper. He didn't know what she was planning on doing, but he was starting to get annoyed. Reaper sensed this and sat up to look at him. "What?" Leon cocked an eyebrow. "It's just that, I know we haven't really quite got along and I wanted to explain why," Reaper began. "Yeah," Leon stood up and leaned against the wall. "Well, it's because I have been attracted to you. Yeah, strange and scary, huh? I was just afraid to admit it to you. I didn't know how you would react. I still am, but I can no longer hide my feelings anymore. Especially, now that the 'battle' is upon us. I may never get to tell you that I have feelings for you," Reaper stood up and walked towards the bathroom door. Leon blinked in surprise,"What are you...Are you serious? Or do you have some malicious plan to do away with me up your sleeve?" Reaper spun around. She walked over to Leon and grabbed his face. She stood on her tip toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. She let go and looked deep into his eyes. "I have no plan of harming you," Reaper gave him a hurt look and pushed herself away from him. She stepped back and turned towards the door.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]Chinkan smiled at Carmize's encouragement. She stood up and walked over to her. "Carmize, you know I consider you like my little sister?" Chinkan wrapped her arms around Carmize. Carmize stiffened then smiled, returning the embrace. "Really? Thank you, Chinkan. I thought of you as my older sister," Carmize sniffed. Chinkan pulled away and smiled at Carmize. "We don't need to start crying just yet. Let's see if we can get my ass into this dress," Chinkan smiled and wiped a tear from Carmize's cheek. The dress was silk, pearl and soft gold, to accent Chinkan's new appearance. The dress was strapless. The top of the dress was a pearl corset with gold floral print, the bottom flowed to the ground, pearl with gold trim along the bottom of the skirt. Evening gown gloves that stopped in the middle of her upper arm, they were soft gold. Her heels were pear. Her veil trailed to the middle of her back, her white hair was half up, the rest of it fell in curls down her back. "Well?" Chinkan turned around to get Carmize's opinion. She was speachless,"Whoa..Aruzan is going to flip. You look amazing! Better than that Shana girl.'' "Thank you," Chinkan smiled hearing the last sentence. [i]Take that...[/i] Chinkan thought. ~One hour later~ "Let's go!" Carmize yelled to Chinkan. "You try running in high heels!!!" Chinkan daintily pranced across the marbled floor, trying not to fall on her face. Chinkan jumped into the limo and Carmize followed. They drove to the cathedral. Chinkan found herself pacing in the waiting room. Dracula's friends (which were few) gathered into their pews. Carmize was dressed in a soft gold gown and was waiting up at the alter. As was Aruzan and an old friend of Dracula's. The music started, Chinkan's hands went cold, Dracula held out his arm and the two began to walk down that long aisle. Chinkan never took her eye off of Aruzan. He was beaming. Chinkan felt relief and radiated happiness. Dracula gave their ceremony himself. "Aruzan, son of..well, me..*laughter from everyone* Do you take Chinkan to be your wedded wife? Through sickness and health, through rich or for poorer, to death do you part?" "With everything that I am, I do," Aruzan tightened his hands around Chinkan's. "And do you Chinkan, daughter of the Demon of the White Flames, do you take Aruzan to be your wedded husband? Through sickness and health, through richer or poorer, to death do you part?" "I pledge my soul, I do, Aruzan," Chinkan smiled, a tear trickled down her cheek. "Do you wish to recite your promises?" Dracula questioned. "I have something to say," Chinkan looked at Dracula. He nodded and waited. Chinkan smiled and cleared her throat. She looked at Aruzan and began to recite a poem she had written to him. "It was dark and cold, Depression in my heart, He nurtured me through my pain and yet caused me the pain, Lonesome for so long Cannot feel love, cannot happiness, For so long, I could not feel And then there was you, Your touch electrified my numb body, Your words sang my soul to heal, Your lips tickled my senses, I felt alive again, It was you, Aruzan, You awoke within me, Emotions set free from their deep sleep, My soul can now feel, love, and live, It was you, Aruzan.." Tears dropped from Chinkan's cheeks. She looked up to see Aruzan's reaction. [/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1][i]What had Vincent been doing in the Weapons Wing? Those explosive were only meant to explode by detenation. They had to be rigged and fused...No matter, the poor guy is dead..Maybe it would be best for him...[/i] Tex laid on her back. The small bed was stiff and the sheets were scratchy. Tex stared up at the metal tile ceiling. She heard Allen walk past, then once more. She heard him talking to Trini. [i]Eh, I need to get something to eat..[/i] Tex got up and threw on her heavy knitted, grey sweater. The neck was stretched and hung around her shoulder. Blood stains blotched the grey. Tex walked into the mess hall to hear the last of Van's story. She smiled at him. Grabbing herself a cup of coffee, she sat across the room and listened intently. Trini smiled at Van and turned her attention to Tex. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine," Tex nodded and sipped her coffee,"How's Satell?" "She'll be just fine. Give her a couple more days," Trini brushed a strand of hair from her mouth. "That's good. And our pilot?" "He's.." Van started. "He's back up and running," Sam walked through the door, his arm in a sling. "Still not fit to pilot the ship yet," Van stated. "Nah, it's only a flesh wound," Sam sat next to Tex. Tex looked over at him. Cocky and optimistic. He annoyed Tex, yet gave a sense of relief. He noticed her looking at him and winked at her. Tex looked away and began to talk to Trini. "What happened to Vincent?" Sam folded his good arm behind his back. Tex snapped her head up from her cup. She looked over at Sam and took in a deep breath. A flash of Vincent's mangled, bloody body surged through Tex's mind. She took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "I set out to search for him and I found him in the Weapons Wing. Apparently, he had found a hole in the wall and went to repair it. The box of explosives mysteriously set off, blowing a hole in the right side of his abdomen. The blast reeled him into the opposite wall, a piece of metal impaled Vincent through his stomach, entrails spilled onto the floor....He..begged me to kill him..." Tex stared into the tormented reflection on the surface of her coffee. Sam was quiet. Trini and Van quiet as well. Tex swirled the steamy liquid around. "I couldn't just let him suffer so, so I...shot him...There was no way for him to live...none.." Tex's voice trailed off. "Damn, God rest his soul," Sam shook his head. The room was quiet. The sound of the engines echoed throughout the ship. Occasional pings from the ship's air filters split the silence. "Wait a second, those explosives.." Sam started. "Yes, I know," Tex stood up and walked over to the refridgerator.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]OOC: Correct me if I am wrong Tsukasa.. ___________________________________________________ IC: "See you around, Ryu..." Chinkan waved him off. "Ryu?" Aruzan was a little surprised. "Yes..."Chinkan smiled. ~Weeks Later~ "Chinkan!! Chinkan! Wake-up!!" Carmize's voice rang through Chinkan's head. "Wha-" Chinkan rubbed her eyes and looked dumbly at Carmize. "You're going to sleep on your wedding day?" Carmize grabbed Chinkan's wrist. "What time is it?!" Chinkan jumped out of her bed. "It's 9:34! Your wedding is in three hours!!" "WHAT?! Why didn't anyone wake me up two hours ago?!" Chinkan flew down the spiral stair case of Dracula's castle. Elaberately decorated, not just for the wedding, but it's just Dracula's style. Black lacquer furniture, heavy, navy blue tapestries, blood red carpet rolling down the stair cases. "Father!!! Why didn't you wake me!?" Chinkan slid down the banister, Carmize followed. "I thought you were awake. I am sorry my child," Dracula smiled at the sight of Chinkan. She was in her pajamas and a robe. Her hair frayed about, her face was flush from excitment. Her golden eyes sparkled with anxiety. She ran into the royal purple bathroom and hoped into the shower. "Chinkan, I am going to get your dress ready," Carmize ran into the den. [i]Aww man, it's just my luck....I wonder how Aruzan's holding up...[/i] Chinkan started to wash her pearly white hair. A wedding. The wedding everyone had been waiting for. A day that Chinkan had been convinced she would never see. She was marrying her the most wonderful man she'd ever come into contact. The man who showed her that there was love. She exited the bathroom and ran up the stairs and back to her room. Drying off and throwing on some sweatpants and a button up shirt. She then ran downstairs and into the front parlor where there was an entourage of hair stylists and make-up artists. They all swarmed up on Chinkan, picking and pulling at her hair and face. "How did you say you wanted you hair? Up or down? Twisted or straight? What about this color? What about this, what about that?" All of these persistant questions flooded Chinkan. After about two hours of that, Chinkan was finally released and she ran to the safety of the den where Carmize waited. Chinkan sighed in the relief of a friend. "Exhausted already?" Carmize sat down next to Chinkan on the black leather devan. "Ugh, tugging and nagging, question after question," Chinkan bobbed her head side to side. "Let's get you into your dress. The ceremony will start in about 45 minutes."[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]OOC: Okay, Chinkan ONCE AGAIN becomes the damsel in distress? And how is she paralized? She disappeared into the fog....Thanks guys... ________________________________________________ IC: "Now your time has come, Ryu," Aruzan boldly walks back into view. "NEVER! I AM CONNECTED TO EVERY VAMPIRE ON THIS PLANET! I WILL DESTROY YOU WUITH THEIR STRENGTH!!" Ryu bellowed, his voice resognating throughout the vacinity. "HEY!! Shut your mouth!" Chinkan appeared in front Ryu and slammed the heal of her boot into his chin, sending him flying backwards. Chinkan then held out her hand and a ball of fire appeared and formed into a flaming sword. Chinkan rushed in on Ryu who was trying to stand up. She passed him and jumped up to avoid his fist. She dropped down ontop of Ryu and stabbed the sword into the right side of his neck. One foot on either shoudler, Chinkan pushed herself off and flipped in the air to avoid Ryu's flailing fist. Chinkan landed on her feet and spun around to attack. Ryu charged at Chinkan. She dropped to her knees and slid inbetween Ryu's legs. She spun herself around and swiped her leg to catch Ryu's ankles. He fell to the ground and Chinkan jumped to her feet. With incredible speed she landed ontop of Ryu and stabbed the sword into the middle of his back. She then stood up and drop kicked the sword, digging it deeper into Ryu's back, the tip of the sword appeared out of the other side of Ryu's body. "Merciless Injustice!!!" Chinkan shouted. The flaming sword spread its flames and engulfed Ryu. A searing white light blinded everyone and a loud resounding blast rang out. A dense silence floated across the area. Chinkan's eyes glew white, gold stripes crazed under her eyes and up her temples, her fangs had extended to medium lenghth, her body surrounded by a soft white and gold aura. Hakira and Aruzan stared in utter bewilderment. Ryu lay on the ground, the lower half of his body had been vaporized. Chinkan blinked and turned to face Aruzan. "I told you I would be alright," Chinkan's voice was low and deathly serious. "Chinkan....what..is this?" Aruzan walked up to the changed Chinkan. "This is my true form, I am a demon of fire. Chinkan of the White Flames," Chinkan finally smiled and tilted her head. "Why didn't you tell me?" Aruzan grabbed Chinkan's hands. "Because you had to see for yourself. You had to see that I am perfectly capable of fighting my fights. I could not tell you, you never listen. This is the only way you'll finally understand that I am no dame, but a warrior demon," Chinkan wrenched her hands from Aruzan's grasp. She took a few steps back and glared at Aruzan. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Chinkan. I am ashamed of my doubts," Aruzan turned his back to Chinkan. She sighed and walked up to him. She slid her hands down his silky, feathered wings. Then she turned Aruzan to face her. "You know I love you more than life itself," Chinkan traced Aruzan's face with the slender finger that held Miazmodon's ring. "I know," Aruzan took Chinkan's hand into his and kissed her palm," And I love you." Chinkan smiled and kissed him softly. She closed her eyes and sighed, nuzzling her nose against Aruzan's neck. He pulled her away and looked at her. "Are you going to stay like this?" Aruzan played with Chinkan's white hair. "Yes, I went beyond my control. Do you like it?" Chinkan held her body out away from Aruzan. He looked her up and down. Her body was slimmer, tanner, she now had white hair, golden eyes, and the gold stripes around her eyes. "It doesn't matter what you look like, I love you. But this is an interesting look for you," Aruzan held Chinkan to him. His clutch tightened, he held onto her as if she were going to float away.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]It was quite now. The ship had exited the asteroid field and was on autopilot. Tex walked along the metal grated corridor, listening for any signs of life or movement. She caulked up a few small holes and searched each room. "Vincent? Kenneth? Brooke?" Tex called into her headset. She heard a buzzing coming from her ear piece. Then a faint call for help sent a chill through her body. Tex spun around, her eyes darted around the corridor. All was silent. Tex turned around to continue her search. "H..e..lp...." the staggering voice surged through Tex's ear piece again, followed by static. "Who is this? Where are you?" a feeling of panic and terror numbed Tex's body. "H...e..lp....m.e...." the voice grew clearer as Tex walked. Her breathing picked up, her heart beat faster, her eyes scanned the open compartments and doors. Tex looked down to see debris scattered on the grate. She followed it into an open room that was smokey and hot. Looking inside she recognized it to be the weapons storage. "H..hello?" Tex's voice was meek and breathless. Tex looked to see a few of the boxes had exploded. There was a hole in the side of the wall. Tex quickly patched it up with the last of her caulk. Tex stood up and studied the boxes. [i]What made them explode? Hmm, no evidence of human tampering....[/i] "T..e..x.....Here..." the voice came from behind her. She spun around, her useless caulking gun rattled in her quivering hands. She gazed upon a gastly sight of blood and twisted entrails. "Oh shit, Vi..Vincent?!" Tex slid on her knees beside the dismembered man. "What the fuck happened?!" Tex tried to clean him up with the medical kit she had found. "I..d..on't..know..I came..to...find..you..and.....the..explosives just..went off..." Vincent's voice bubbled through blood that spilled from his mouth. "Jesus fucking Christ..."Tex looked down Vincent's defaced carcass to notice that he was abdomenally impaled. She cupped her mouth and looked sympathetically at the dying man. There was nothing she or Van could do. He was dead. His bloody hand grabbed Tex's thigh. He looked into her eyes, pleading for her help. "Te..x..ple..ase.." Vincent strained. Tex knew what he wanted her to do. He was begging for her to kill him. Tex stood up and looked for a gun. She found a PP7 and a clip. Turning around she aimed the barrel at Vincent's head. He gave her a thankful smile and closed his eyes. Tex took in a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through Vincent's temple and he slumped to the side. A final breath gurgled from his lips, blood poured from his mouth and wounds. Tex sighed and swallowed. She'd been on investigations that were bloody and utterly disgusting, but this was nerve racking. All of the victims she'd investigated and helped give autotopsies on were already dead. She'd never looked into the eyes of a dying man, she'd never killed anyone. But she didn't really kill Vincent. She relieved him of his agony. "Captain, can you hear me?" Tex wiped her bloody hands on her sweater and started to walk down the corridor, back towards the rest of the crew. "Yes, Tex, I can hear you. Did you find anyone?" Allen's voice sounded relieved and drained. "Vincent..." "And?" "He's dead. I am heading back to give everyone the details," Tex wiped a sleeved arm across her upper lip. "Hurry back." "10-4," Tex started to jog back to the mess hall.[/color][/b][/size]

[b][size=2]NOTE: Major Editing![/b][/size][color=indigo][b][size=1][i] Name: [/b]Yelena Zaitsev [b]Alias[/b]: Reaper [b]Race[/b]: Russian [b]Species[/b]: Vampire [b]Age[/b]: 666 (physical appearance looks 26) [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Appearance[/b]: [url]http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/53-2.htm[/url] *Imagine a short black skirt, that way she's not in her underwear. Yelena stands at a short 5'3" and weighs 115lbs.* [b]Allaince[/b]: AVD [b]Weapons: {Natural vampiric abilities, however, due to her history, they are greatly advanced. Everything is tripled.} [u]Blade of Elecrophoresis[/b][/u]- The sword is an electroplated, titanium alloy that is very light and durable, unbreakable and incredibly strong. Electroplating is basically a covering or coating of electrons over metal, thus, only adding strength to the blade. This electroplating gives an electric field for charged colloidal particles or molecules to migrate and create high volts of searing electricity. When the opponent is stabbed or sliced with the sword, the high powered volts of electricity shoot throughout the body and burn the opponent inside-out. [u][b]Electrolysis' Slash[/b][/u]- Electrolysis is the chemical change or decomposition, produced in an electrolyte by an electronic current. This happens because the reinforced steel wires, enterweaved in the fibers of the whip-like cord, are coated with the same electroplating as the blade. When the opponent is whipped, the elecrtonic current of the wires begin to destroy the skin tissue. If the cut is deep, the electrolytes from the electronic current enter the blood stream and begin to destroy the internal muscles and organs, then begin to decay. The cord is 12' long and wraps around Yelena's left arm and the upper half of her body. [b]Personality[/b]: Sadistic, witty, stubborn, cold, and remains calm during battle. Her face usually carries no expression. If she is smiling, I will advise that you run. [b]Bio[/b]: Yelena has no memory of anything before the past one forty-five years. She tries to remember, but recollects nothing. All she remembers is the laboratory she escaped from. Since then, she's been on her own. The laboratory was owned by a prostigious scientist. He was known for his twisted creations and his sick mentality. Yelena came in his grasps after she'd already become a vampire, or was she already a vampire? Yelena had no idea, but this scientist captured Yelena and performed experiments and tests on her. He then altered her genes and enhanced her vampire abilities. Yelena woke after two decades of chryogenic sleep and killed all of the scientists in the lab. She escaped from the laboratory and set out into the changed world. Because of her enhanced DNA, Yelena quickly adapted to the new world. Her lust for blood was stronger, sending her to prowl the countries for her food. She started to investigate her history, but found nothing. This search for herself went on for years and the dead end sent Yelena into insanity. She became very sadistic and psychotic, slaughtering men and women, never a child. For unexplained reasons, Yelena could not bring herself to kill a child. Perhaps it was because of the day Yelena escaped. She stumbled into a small town, naked, cold, lost, confused, wounded from gun shots, and frightened. A young boy took her into his home and gave her clothes and the warmth of a stove. He helped Yelena learn how to speak English, he helped her to heal her wounds, he helped her to gain a sense of comfort. Yelena became attatched to this young boy. Something she'd never experienced. She began to develop human-like feelings of love and affection, she cared for the boy as if he were her child. One day, Yelena came back to the boys house to find his body slaughtered and delimbed. He lay in a puddle of his own blood, along with his loving parents. Yelena knew it was vampires and her heart turned cold and vengeful. She set out to avenge her young friend and brutally murdered every vampire in sight. To the vampires, she became known as "Reaper". Recently, Reaper has been chased and hunted by the AVD, Lowendove, and other organizations. The result, Reaper joined the OVD. However, she soon finds out that the OVD were using her. Furious at this betrayal, Reaper approached the AVD and swore her alligiance. Eventhough the AVD are mostly neutral, Reaper is still filled with anger and loathes the OVD, and she does not hesitate to kill a vampire of the OVD. [/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]OOC: Thank you Burori! You're a daisy! __________________________________________________ IC: Miru decided she would start to head back to her grandfather's shrine before it really started to pour. She walked along the small gravel path. The pitter patter of the soft rain drops ontop of the tombstones sang a melancholy song. Miru exited the old, iron gates and walked down the city streets. She observed the city life, cars bumper to bumper, the people crowding the streets, shouting and swearing overrode the rain. Miru shook her head and looked forward. She thought of her short cut and took to the side streets. She passed churches, small stores, and small houses. She looked over to the monk shrine and saw a young monk climbing out of a window. "Hey, what's a monk doing sneeking out of a window?" Miru called out. "Huh? Ack!" the monk was startled by Miru and fell out of the window. He quickly stood up and brushed off his white robes. Miru walked up to him and folded her arms across her chest. He looked a little angered from nearly breaking his neck. A few voices from within the shrine sent a annoyed look rushing over his face. "Thanks for blowing my cover," the young monk grabbed Miru's elbow and dragged her down the allieways. Once they were several blocks down, they stopped in front of a park. "What kind of a monk are you?" Miru wrenched her arm from his grasp. "One of a kind," he smiled proudly. The two looked at eachother for a long time. Miru shook her head and turned to walk away. "Hey," the monk jogged up beside her. "What?" Miru shot him a glare. "What's your name?" "None of your business,'' Miru continued to walk away.[/color][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][b][size=1]"Okay, it's time for me to get out of here. Where the hell is my boyfriend?" Tex stood up. Her bare feet stuck to the cold lenolium floor. She walked to the door and poked her head out. "JP!!!!! JACOB PAUL MASTERSON!!!!!" Tex yelled down the halls. "Tex!! What are you doing!" Cassandra threw a stuffed bear and knocked Tex into the door. "That will get his attention, he hates it when I use his whole name," Tex smiled mischieviously and closed the door. She walked over to the window and looked three stories down. An ambulance made its way into the emergency drop off. Nurses and paramedics scurried about. "As soon as JP gets back, I want you to call your aunt," Tex sat down on the window seal. "Aight," Cassandra stretched her arms out. "Man, it's a little drafty," Tex shuttered. "Well you know Tex, you are in a hospital gown...that doesn't have a backside!" Shay stated as a matter of factly. Tex looked over her shoulder and smirked, "o.O...Oh, no wonder!" "Dork!" both Cassandra and Shay shook their heads. "Hey give me a break! I am just now starting to feel my back side!" Tex blushed with embarrassment.[/color][/b][/size] OOC: Tag, SilpheedPilot!!!!