Annie

[size=1]Oh boy. If anyone here really knows me well enough, they can tell you I'm a very angry person. My fuse is short, my temper is swift, and the smallest things can set me off. Very quick to get angry, and I usually stay mad for a long time until I somehow sort it all out in my own way. It doesn't help that I'm incredibly stubborn and I find somethings hard to let go of, which only makes me even more upset. To give you a good example of what I look like when I'm all fired up, go rent the movie Waiting and watch the character named Naomi. That's me. Particularly, in the scene where she's trying to keep her cool in the kitchen, but the manager's clumsy manner sets her off. That's how I was the other day when a lady was chewing and talking with her MOUTH OPEN! That's possibly the worse thing you can do to me; is chew/talk with your mouth open/full of food. Drives me INSANE. In-freakin-sane![/size]

[QUOTE=Ezekiel][SIZE=1] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/10-09-06_1337.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]...............................................*explodes* Firstly, the hair color rocks. Secondly, boobs! Thirdly, omg hottness I wanna bang you.[/size]

[QUOTE=Ezekiel][SIZE=1] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/Picture77.jpg[/IMG] ^ most recent. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/Picture65.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/Picture44.jpg[/IMG] ^ A few months old, but a pretty good rep of what I wear.[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Dear god, you are [i]so beautiful[/i].[/size]

[QUOTE=Delta][COLOR=#35425E] In any case, do have faith in your friendship. If he says he's still friends with you, I think it would be best if you believe him.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Exactly. If he cares for you, and says he wants to be friends, there's a good chance he's telling the truth. Guys are silly, and it takes time for them to come around. But he will, eventually. Don't try to make things happen, it just pushes him into a corner. As much as it hurts, you just have to take the role of a friend; be there for him when he needs you, otherwise just stand back. You don't have to be too close to him to be his friend, you know? Staying too close to him only hurts you. I know how you're feeling, for I'm going through something similar right now. It sucks, yeah. But...if we're going to be friends with our ex's, we just have to suck it up and settle for friendship. [b]Edit[/b]- I wanted to point out BKstyles's post, particularly the last paragraph: [QUOTE=BKstyles][font=tahoma] Regardless of what his reasoning is though, your dedication to him should only have to go so far if his to you is wavering. I know trying to be there for someone seems like a noble thing and a respectable thing, but to put yourself through the kind of pain you say you are feeling for a less then noble or respectable reason is not something you should have to tolerate. [b]Don't be there for someone who couldn't care less that you are there, and don't be there for someone who wouldn't lift a finger to be there for you.[/b] People change, that's reality. Don't cling on to an idealistic hope if it's not going to come into fluition. If he just dosn't know any better right now and is just confused about where his priorities should lay, then be there for him to help him figure it out. Again, his distance from you shouldn't be assumed right away to be a result of him not caring at all. But do not be taken advantage of.[/font][/QUOTE] Pretty much what I wanted to say, but couldn't word it out. A good friend is always worth it, but..putting yourself through the pain isn't if they aren't going to return the efforts. But, give him time. Give yourself time. It's a process. If you need to talk more, feel free to PM me.[/size]

[size=1]The images are thumbnails. Click them to enlarge them, duh.[/size] [center][URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/7.jpg][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/th_7.jpg[/IMG][/URL] ^[size=1]In memory of Steve Irwin. Looks like I'll be taking care of wildlife in his place.[/size] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/Picture654.jpg][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/th_Picture654.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [size=1]^At the Ren Fair a few weeks back. I wish that was Johnny Depp, but I think the guy did a good job.[/size] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/carpic.jpg][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/th_carpic.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [size=1]^Sometime during the summer...when I had my cell phone.[/size] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/Picture534.jpg][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/th_Picture534.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [size=1]^Being the jerk that I am.[/size] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/Picture350.jpg][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/th_Picture350.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [size=1]^Yawn. Gotchya!![/size][/center]

[size=1]This is really awesome that other people know them. Bullets and Octane happen to be one of my favorite bands out there today. I started hearing them about this time last year, thanks to working at Hot Topic. They've got a classic sound to them that is hard to get nowadays, no thanks to this huge wave of emo and indie stuff. Not saying that's a terrible thing, but it's getting old very fast...Anyway, Bullets and Octane bring back the classic hair band rock 'n' roll that I grew up with. It takes me back to Motley Crue, Guns N Rosese, Poison, White Snake, etc. The good stuff. And what bands do you hear today that carry that legacy? Not many, I'll say. When I first saw their pictures, I immediately thought they were trying to rip off of Avenged Sevenfold, because they were touring with them. But they sound completely different, and definitely have a more rough and gritty feel to their music. It's not too mainstream, and I hope it says like that. Bullets and Octane give off a very strong and intimidating sound, and that's something other bands have lost. I just hope Bullets and Octane don't lose their touch. I heard they kick major *** in concert too. In fact, my buddy went to see them when they were touring with A7X and said that Bullets and Octane stole the show from their host, haha. And I don't doubt that for even a split second! So, if anyone hasn't listened to them, and you have a MySpace, go check 'em out. MySpace.com/bulletsandoctane[/size]

[size=1]I'm not a total fan of Metallica; particularly because of their newer stuff. And they're big babies. However, that doesn't go to say they didn't come out with great music...because they did. I think their last great album was the Black Album--which is my favorite. I love every song on that album. But if I had to choose a favorite Metallica song it would have to be "One" from ....And Justice For All. And whoever says that Metallica sold out [b]only because they cut their hair[/b] needs to be kicked in the balls. If anything, their ego got the best of them. Still a good band though.[/size]

[size=1]Aaah, "J" is for "Jerky, Beef" in Maddox's book, The Alphabet of Manliness. If you haven't read that book, [i]especially[/i] if you're a guy...then you HAVE to read it. Anyway, beef jerky is one of my favorite snacks and it's sort of an American "tradition"; like baseball and apple pie. Personally, I don't like the spicey stuff. I like the plain ol' original flavor. Hickory smoked is really good. Then you've got the teriyaki flavor; that one's kind of sweet. Sometimes, brands will experiment with nacho cheese flavor, or jalepeno flavor, or BBQ. Gross, if I do say so myself. Stick with tradition, go with hickory smoked original. So good.[/size]

[size=1]So, as the world gets engulfed by MySpace, there have been a number of bands that have sprung from the net and on to the charts; topping countdowns and plaguing Fuse and other various music TV channels. Panic! At the Disco got popular from MySpace and was discovered by Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz; with his help, P!AtD stormed into radio stations everywhere, and have now become one of the most popular Pop/Punk bands out there. Normally, I'm very picky with my music. I don't go all out for any band until I've listened to them for a while. And I don't like brand new bands from the start. In the case of Fall Out Boy, I [i]hated[/i] them when they first came out. Why? Because every time I turned on the radio, they were playing. I worked in Hot Topic, and every little chick and wannabe punks had to have anything Fall Out Boy. They [the overly-obsessed fans] ruined the music for me; they made FOB seem more like a fad, rather than a good band. So, once the whole buzz and glitz of FOB was over, then I started to listen to them..and I like them now. That happens with many of the bands I like today. I wait for all the "fangirl syndrome" to wear off before I take a stab at listening to anything new. [i]However[/i], there is one band that has caught my attention, and really forced me to throw my stubborn ways out of the window. Once I was introduced to them, and listened to one song, I was [i]hooked[/i]. I have Joe (di.fm) to thank for this. And he can tell you that it is impossible to get me to listen to anything that I'm really wary on. I'm like a jackass that's stuck in the mud when it comes to doing things I don't want to do, haha. Anyway, Joe tells me to check out this band called [url=http://www.myspace.com/blackline][b]Blackline[/b][/url], and I swear to you that the instant I heard "Armageddon Soul", I knew this band excellent potential. Their music is incredible, and is refreshing. Normally, if you check out a "just starting" band on MySpace, their music is usually sort of scratchy and off-beat, kind of Indie.....NOT with [url=http://www.myspace.com/blackline][b]Blackline[/b][/url]. Their sound is totally mainstream material. I like to describe the music as "fantasy metal meets rock". There is NOTHING poppy about the music, there is NOTHING alternative. Just pure and orgasmic rock/metal. The best way I can explain their sound compared to other upcoming bands' sound, is comparing major motion pictures (such as Kill Bill) to Independent films (such as Elephant). It's film, but completely different. Just like [url=http://www.myspace.com/blackline][b]Blackline[/b][/url] compared to any other unsigned/indie bands; it's music, but dramatically different. Steven Slate's voice is so powerful, and gives the music that fantasy metal edge. The great thing is that his voice doesn't over-power the music from the band. He has the metal, the band just goes all out rock on your arse..and it meshes flawlessly. Absolutely beautiful. Perfect combination of voice and instruments. And yet another good thing about this band, is that I've personally communicated with Steven via PM's; and I'm here to tell you, there is no hint of arrogance and self-centered attitude here. For the lead singer of any band to take the time and send me a "thank you" message, not once but several messages going back and forth, is just unbelievable. The man is so down-to-earth and willing to take time to talk with his fans, and incredibly nice. This band seriously appreciates their fan's support and criticism. And are willing to befriend you, if you give them the support that they goddam well deserve. So, please-PLEASE-go check them out. I've bolded the links to their profile throughout this post. If you are looking for a break from this disasterous Emo/Indie wave, and you want some excellent rock, you want to listen to:[/size] [url=http://www.myspace.com/blackline][img]http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/8922/blacklinenewlogodc4.jpg[/img][/url] [size=1]For discussion, and keeping this thread up and running, go listen to them and come back here and post your feedback/questions.[/size]

[size=1][color=darkslategray][b]?That went rather swimmingly, don?t you think??[/b] Duke Richilieu breathed, buckling his seatbelt. [b]?Butterflies are still flittering about my intestines,?[/b] Amelia smiled at the Duke?s twisted face. [b]?Charming, Amelia,?[/b] his voice rumbled in his throat, something he did when he was displeased, [b]?As you can imagine, I have a long night ahead of me. I would like to retire to Headquarters, if you please.? ?As you wish,?[/b] Amelia shifted the car into first and sped down the haunted and empty streets. The two remained silent for the entire ride. Amelia sensed Richilieu was still very worried. Loosining up some, she leaned over to turn on the radio. Soothing jazz filled the car, breaking the tension. The Duke looked over and gave the vampress a grateful smile. She didn't mind music, particularly jazz. It reminded her of the good ol' days. It was something she missed so terribly, it hurt in her breast. Though, as much pain as it caused, it was her motivation; to fight with all her power to return things back to a stable environment. She knew full and well that things would [i]never[/i] be the same as they once were. Once, when [i]he[/i] was "alive". Amelia's mind fuzzed, remembering his smile, his smell, his taste, the way he let her stand on his feet as they danced to Billie Holiday. Dancing was never her strongest ability. The two rarely shared such intimate encounters, so whenever Amelia thought back, her cheeks always turned a crimson red. [b]"Amelia? Are you crying?"[/b] Duke Richilieu's concerned voice shattered her nostalgia, and she nearly swirved into the opposite lane. [b]"Am I?"[/b] startled, Amelia reached up to wipe her right eye. Her single tear glittered on the tip of her fingers. She blinked in confusion and tried to shrug it off, but the Duke's piercing gaze unnerved her. She wasn't accustomed to crying, especially in front of anyone. She cleared her throat and switched the radio to "off". [b]"My apologies, that music bri-"[/b] she started. [b]"It's quite alright, Amelia. You don't have to explain,"[/b] Duke Richilieu placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before releasing her, [b]"Just keep those exotic eyes of yours on the road."[/b] Amelia nodded, shaking off the last bit of sadness; replacing it with bitterness from thinking of what the Brotherhood had done to him. Her teeth clinched together, forcing her sharp canines to pierce into her lower jaw's gums. The thought of teaming up with them churned her insides so intensely, she was certain her stomach would explode inside of her. Surpressing her rage, Amelia drove down a secluded alley and turned off into an extremely narrow passage. The Duke shifted his weight in his seat, wincing at how close his side was to the brick wall of the buildings. Suddenly, the Benz passed through a tunnel and came face-to-face with the backside of the Headquarters building. Tall and ominous, modern and cold. Though it didn't look inviting, Amelia's body relaxed with relief that they were "home". She veered the car to the left, taking them to the front of the building, and parked in the VIP slot reserved just for her. Letting out a breath, Duke Richilieu stepped out of the car and made his way towards the main entrance. Amelia, close behind him, scanned the area with her sharp gaze. She spotted the all-too-familiar guard. The poor man seemed to never get a vacation. Standing next to him, Amelia spotted another tall figure. He paced slowly, one hand in his pocket while the other kept adjusting the weight of his coat on his shoulder. His face was as calm as stone, but his brow suggested he was anxious. [b]"Good evening, Virgil,"[/b] Amelia greeted. [b]"How did the meeting go?"[/b] skipping all casualties, Virgil inquired with a small amount of excitement in his deep voice. [b]"I'm sure Arch Duke Richilieu would rather rest for the night, then go over the meeting in the morning,"[/b] Amelia sighed, pulling the door open and allowing the Duke to enter first. [b]"You children wear me out,"[/b] Richilieu chuckled, giving a nod in thanks to his lovely body guard, [b]"We'll talk in the morning, Mr. Kingston, I promise." "Yes'sir,"[/b] Virgil smirked, bowing slightly. The three entered the building, greeting fellow AVC members and employees. Amelia and Virgil escorted the Duke to his office, and headed towards the break room. The vampress looked over to see her male counterpart grinning. [b]"And what brings that idiotic grin to your hideous face?"[/b] she questioned, pushing the swinging doors open. [b]"Oh nothing, Miss. I can never get used to how incredibly short you are,"[/b] he laughed as she pushed the door as hard as she could at him. [b]"And I can't help notice how incredibly annoying you are,"[/b] she murmured. [b]"I heard that,"[/b] Virgil groaned, leaning against the marble-topped counter. He eyed Amelia for a few seconds, noticing how rigid her movements were. She dropped her jacket on the table behind her and shot him a questioning glare. [b]"Do you have a problem?" "I do. You don't seem your normal self. You seem shaken up. Was the meeting that bad?"[/b] his voice filled with a more sincere concern. He pushed himself from the counter to stand next to Amelia. She sighed and began to rub the back of her neck. [b]"The meeting went better than expected." "Then why so gloomy? I mean, you're always gloomy. But tonight, you're too tensed,"[/b] Virgil moved in closer, offering his hands instead. Amelia's ebony eyebrow cocked upward and Virgil retracted his hands. [b]"I thought of Joseph again..." "I see,"[/b] his gaze softened, [b]"Don't worry, 'melia, we'll finish this. It'll all be over soon. And, no matter what happens, I'll still be here for you to kick around."[/b] That made her smile, but her face was merely a mask. Behind her porcelain face, Amelia's "smile" was always empty.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=darkslategray]The Arch Duke Richilieu let out a hefty breath and sat back in his seat. His bony fingers tapped on his briefcase, the pasty pads of his fingertips sticking to the leather. Amelia was relieved to hear Crowland agree to the partnership. Trust was a major issue, and judging by Jakob?s face, he had none for either organization. It was obvious he remained silent out of respect for his leader. The angered priest eyed Amelia, but she simply stared back with cold emptiness. Averting her eyes on the table in front of her, Amelia bent down to whisper to the Duke. [b]?Sir, your response,?[/b] her two-toned eyes flicked upwards to look around at the group; whose eyes focused on the pair. The Duke smiled and rose from his seat. He left his sweating palms on the briefcase, as if there was a precious item inside. [b]?As I said just a moment ago, I give you my word that my organization will hunt and kill the Blood Brood and the Blood Brood only. Let us dismiss the topic of the aftermath until after the Brood is destroyed,?[/b] Richilieu took a breath. [b]?At this point in time, the only concern of ours is the Blood Brood. And despite our pride, we all neead each other,?[/b] Amelia spoke, catching a dagger glance from Jakob. Amelia smiled coolly, giving him her full attention, [b]?I promise, Father Whistler, I won?t bite.? ?Please excuse Ms. Bernadette?s cold disposition. She harbors hardly any trust for even myself, much less anyone else,?[/b] Duke Richilieu growled under his breath, sending Amelia a sharp glare that hinted she kept her mouth shut, [b]?You will have no worries from the AVC, Father.?[/b] [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=darkslategray][b]?The night is incredibly beautiful, Arch Duke,? [/b]Amelia spoke softly, opening the door to her black Mercedes-Benz. The Arch Duke chuckled, pulling the passenger-side door open and sliding his briefcase on the seat. The Duke was a short, slender man who carried himself as though he stood at least six inches taller. His hair was a light gold, contrasting pleasantly to his cream skin. Even in the dark, the Duke?s green eyes glittered fiercely under any shred of light from the streetlights or passing cars? headlights. [b]?Why, Ms. Bernadette, was that a hint of sentiment I heard in your sweet voice??[/b] the Duke chuckled more, breaking into a slight giggle when Amelia shot him a glare. [b]?Not a chance, Sir. I am just considering walking; I don?t feel like driving, really,? [/b]she smirked and hesitantly slunk down into her seat. [b]?Not all of us are as fit as you, Love,?[/b] the Arch Duke grunted softly as he crouched into his seat, shutting the door gently. Amelia cringed and turned the ignition to ?start?. [b]?For future reference, Sir, please do not call me that. I prefer ?Amelia? or ?Ms. Bernadette? just fine,? [/b]the engine roared to life. The Arch Duke Richilieu didn?t say another word, but merely nodded in agreement. Amelia made sure the lights were on and pulled out from the parking spot. The car ride was silent the entire way to the rendezvous; spare the Arch Duke?s occasional comments on how the city has gone to hell as they passed destroyed houses. Amelia tried her best to drown him out of her mind. All that she concentrated on was ?Plan B? if something were to go terribly wrong. Where would she park? She wanted to park close enough for a quick escape. [b]?Question, Amelia. Why don?t you like to be called ?love?? I don't mean anything by it.? ?I don?t talk to strangers, Sir. Forgive me, but my personal business is just that.?[/b] She didn?t avert her eyes from the road in front of her for a split second; she didn?t even blink. Arch Duke Richilieu nodded again, obviously frustrated. He opened his mouth to persist, but Amelia cut him off sharply. [b]?If the meeting turns sour, do not try to work things out, just get the hell out of there. The AVC cannot afford to lose you, and with all due respect, I will not tolerate disobedience. If things get heated, we leave; no questions asked. You go by my command, and you?ll live. If you disregard my words, I will remove you by force. Is this understood?? [/b]Amelia?s voice dropped like a brick through a sheet of ice. [b]?Understood,?[/b] he replied with no hesitation or retort. Amelia gave him a quick, reassuring look; nodding towards his window. [b]?We?re here,?[/b] she said, parking the car. The two climbed out, taking cautious and quick steps towards the back of the dilapidated house. Amelia approached the backdoor first, making sure it was unlocked. Her small hand gripped the rusted door knob and she gave it a gentle pull. The door groaned and cracked; chips of old paint rained down to the grass below. Once she cleared the entrance, Amelia motioned for the Arch Duke to enter. Taking a swift but confident scan of the backyard, Amelia closed the door behind her and followed Duke Richilieu into the dining room of the house. [b]?Good evening, gentlemen,?[/b] Amelia bowed. [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=darkslategray]What they don't know can't hurt them.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkslategray][b]Name-[/b] Amelia Bernadette [b]Gender-[/b] Female [b]Age-[/b] Appears to look 23, but is approximately 402 years old. [b]Race-[/b] Vampire [b]Alliance-[/b] AVC [Alliance of Vampiric Clansmen] [b]Physical Description-[/b] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/girls126.jpg][I]Amelia[/I][/url] stands just above five feet and three inches tall, and weighs no more than 120 pounds. True to the stereotypical appearance of a vampire, Amelia?s skin is as white as milk and bears raven locks of thick hair. Her eyes are the most unusual, though. Upon closer inspection, her left eye is a steel-color shade of gray, while her right is a hazelnut brown. She has an athletic body, but likes to keep it hidden under a soft leather trench coat; the coat she wears when on an investigation, or just doing some field work for the GSD. If seen in an office, Amelia wears a simple, crisp black skirt suit with a white blouse that she leaves half-way unbuttoned. And no matter what outfit she dons, her hands are always protected by black leather gloves. [b]Weapons-[/b] Twin, double-barrel shotguns (.12 gauge). They?re exquisitely adorned with gold and silver inlay, and are about twenty-two inches in length (barrels and butt). Amelia uses ammunition forged from crucifixes that the Pope himself has blessed. If that runs out, she also carries shells that contain blessed rosary beads. She carries the shotguns on her back when she?s hunting. She also keeps a thirteen inch, silver-coated dagger in a sheath strapped to her thigh. The dagger was given to her by a dying priest. His last wish was that she use it against evil; and that?s just what it does. [pictures of the weapons can be seen in the attachment] [b]Abilities-[/b] Your usual vampiric abilities; heightened senses, incredible speed, unbelievable strength, inhumane healing capability. Aside from this, Amelia has tapped into one sense in particular, and has harnessed it; the sense of touch. With her fingertips on top of the table top, Amelia can feel a fly land on the opposite side of the table. It?s nearly impossible to sneak up behind her, or escape her. For the longest time, Amelia struggled to control this ability and caused her intolerable pain and stress. She still has migraine from time to time, depending on the severity of the situation. [b]Personality-[/b] Before the times turned chaotic, Amelia was relatively happy and at peace with herself. She loved being around her fellow vampires in the AVC, and was content working side-by-side with the humans in the GSD. However, the experiments swung into gear, Amelia became reclusive and very shameful, full of guilt. Over the past year, she has become bitter and merciless.. [b]Biography-[/b] Most of Amelia?s history is just that; history. Her younger vampire years were never documented. She likes to keep it that way. Not even her closest comrade in the AVC, Joseph Allington, knows too much about her past. What is known is that she was adopted into the AVC after being attacked by an aggressive vampire. Her rescuer was none other than Joseph. He brought her back to headquarters, and helped to get her a job as a recruit under his command. For several decades, the two were always in combat together; inseparable. As the years passed, the higher-ups kept their eyes on the pair. Then, they pulled Amelia from Joseph?s command to assign her to the GSD, to work as top investigator. They felt the two were growing too attached to one another; which in recent years, had become a no-no. Amelia was good at her job at the GSD, and loved doing it. She was sent all around the world, given her own office, and was still able to work with Joseph. The two made a powerful team of sharp intelligence and fierce strength of the Black Ops. The plan to separate the two ultimately failed, only making their relationship stronger. They decided something had to be done. Feelings such as ?affection? and ?love? were a threat to the strong and strict life as a GSD or AVC member, and were ordered to be eliminated to prevent further complications. Normally, ?elimination? never went to extravagant measures; such as casting a member out into the streets, or murder. As one last attempt, the heads of the board promoted Amelia to lead detective. This job would keep her out of the field, and in the office organizing raids and investigations. Unbeknownst to Amelia, the AVC and GSD had arranged for Joseph?s team for a mission, and failed to mention this information to her. It was a set-up, one that would alter Joseph beyond recognition; and a mission that would destroy Amelia from the inside-out?.a wound she would never recover from. By the time she found out what the goal of that mission was, it was too late. Joseph had been captured and sent away for experiments. When the break out happened, Amelia feared for her life. She was lead detective, the one ?responsible? for the tragic mission; responsible for ?Hyde?. She knows he?ll come after her, and she knows he?s not the same?and he?ll never be the same. And no matter what her fellow members tell her, it was her fault in her own eyes. She resigned her position as lead detective and went back to her roots. Only, she is not a member of Black Ops. Instead, she became a hunter.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=darkslateblue]Mind Games- Scene 4 [I]A crash and thud echoes throughout the store. Joe glances at Mike, who glances towards the back room. Bill folds his arms tightly across his chest, and glares at Joe for an explanation.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Mike, go make sure the ditz didn?t kill herself.? [I]Mike smirks and gives Joe a mock salute. He disappears into the back room. Joe turns back to face Bill, who is now tapping his foot impatiently.[/I] [b]Bill[/b]- ?What a way for an employee to talk about his manager.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?I don?t remember asking your opinion.? [I]The two share a stiffening silence as Mike enters the back room. His feet tread on piles of papers and folders, crunching every so often on pencils and pens. Annie stands in the middle of the mess, running her fingers through her hair.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?Annie? What did you do this time?? [b]Annie[/b]- ?I was trying to move the cabinet, and it fell. I?m fine.? [b]Mike[/b]- ?Damn. Anyway, Bill?s outside and demands to talk to you.? [I]Annie stares blankly at Mike for a few seconds before hanging her shoulders. After grumbling and kicking papers around, Annie wobbles over the mess and out of the door; Mike following close behind. Joe leans against the frame of the entrance door, arms across his chest. Bill smiles with a satisfied grin, and takes a step forward towards the entrance. Joe grunts, sticking an arm out to block Bill from entering the store. Annie ducks under Joe?s arm and plants her hands on her hips.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?What?s going on?? [b]Bill[/b]- ?His attitude, is what?s going on. He literally threw me out of the store! What kind of management allows this?!? [I]Bill?s anger rises in his neck, turning it beat red and spreading to his face. In his rant, he accidentally spits on Annie. She blinks and takes a step back, wiping the inside corner of her eye with a middle finger.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?First of all, if you?re going to insult my management, try to do it without fucking spitting on me. Next time it happens, [b]I?ll[/b] throw you out of the parking lot. Secondly, tell me what your problem is?without spitting on me.? [I]A snicker from both Joe and Mike. Bill shifts his weight in his legs.[/I] [b]Bill[/b]- ?I had a pre-order, and paid it in full, for Pokémon Pearl. Your associate here--? [I]Bill is interrupted by an abrupt cough from Joe.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?No, no. The word you so spitefully used against us was ?yanks?. And you copped an attitude first, for the record. I merely retaliated. I don?t take kindly to people dicking me around. I don?t care what country you come from.? [b]Annie[/b]- ?Joe, please. Now, Bill. I?m sure my ?yank? told you that there was a delay in the shipping. That?s something we can?t handle. We?re not trying to screw you out of your money, so if that?s what you were thinking, you were mistaken. The game is on its way, it?s just going to be a few more days.? [b]Bill[/b]- ?So, there?s nothing you can do?? [b]Annie[/b]- ?Sorry, dude. But there?s nothing we can do. The only thing I can offer is your deposit back when the game comes in. Not the money for the game, but the fifteen dollar deposit for reservations.? [I]Bill nods, liking the deal. He apologizes to Annie for his behavior and gives Joe a slightly embarrassed nod. As Bill walks away, Joe gives him the finger and walks back into the store. Annie follows, shaking her head with a small giggle.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?That was too nice. You shoul--? [I]Joe?s focus averts from Annie back to Bill who turns around and walks back. Annie follows Joe?s furious glare.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?Oh what now? Doesn?t this guy get the fucking point? Jesus christ.? [I]The bell rings as Bill re-enters the store and walks up to Annie.[/I] [b]Bill[/b]- ?I am really sorry I spat on you. I didn?t mean to.? [b]Annie[/b]- ?Yeah, it was pretty fucking gross.? [b]Bill[/b]- ?Would you allow myself to redeem?.myself.? [I]Annie stifles a laugh, while Joe and Mike let loose.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?How do you suppose you?re going to do that?? [b]Bill[/b]- ?Well, if you?re available later on tonight, I?d like to take you out to dinner.? [I]Joe and Mike are in tears by this point. Annie tries to shush them, angered that they are letting this continue.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?Why would you want to take [I]that[/I] out to dinner?! She?ll tear you apart!? [I]Mike bursts into laughter again. Annie fumes.[/I] [b]Bill[/b]- ?Well?? [I]He persists, ignoring Mike?s comment. Joe clears his throat and waves a hand in the air.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Not happenin?. Not on my time.? [b]Bill[/b]- ?Excuse me, but I didn?t ask you.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?You didn?t have to. She?s not interested in you, right?? [I]Joe looks at Annie, giving her a questioning look.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?I don?t date my customers.? [b]Bill[/b]- ?That?s the oldest excuse in the book! Please, I do feel really bad about my behavior.? [b]Annie[/b]- ?Then be a good customer, and leave without a fuss. We?ll call you when the game gets in.? [I]Annie turns around to hide her laughing face as she walks away.[/I] [b]Two hours later..[/b] [I]Annie takes over the register while Mike goes on lunch break. She?s taking occasional glances at the clock on the register, then to one ?regular? customer who insists on reading the back of each game. Joe strolls up beside Annie and leans in closely, staring at the same customer.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- [I]whispers[/I] ?What letter is she up to now? I lost count back at ?D?.? [I]Annie chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck. Not only did this customer insist on reading the backs of each game on the shelf, she [b]had[/b] to read them in alphabetical order.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- [I]whispers[/I]- ?She?s still on ?D?. Up to dot//hack.sign.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?Jesus. This has been going on for months. I can?t take it anymore.? [I]Joe pushes off of the counter and walks down the aisle, perching himself on a small stepping stool next to the customer. The young, small-framed customer cowers over the video game she was reading; as if Joe were a bully from school, about to hang her upside down for her lunch money. He simply waves, making the girl clamp down on the game case.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Hey, um. This isn?t a library, you know.? [b]Customer[/b]- ?I like to research before I purchase anything..? [I]The girl spoke so quietly, Joe had to scoot the stepping stool closer. The girl stands sharply and glares down at the grinning employee.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Heh, that?s why there?s this new wave called ?internet?. Do your research on your own time, kid. We?re not a library, we?re not fucking Google. We are a store, where you come to purchase items. That?s how I get paid, is from the money you spend on games. If you?re not buying, I?m not getting paid. Understand?? [I]Joe stands up now.[/I] [b]Customer[/b]- ?I-I understand. I promise, I?ll remember next time. I?m actually going to purchase this one today.? [I]Joe nods and points to the register.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Annie here will take care of you.? [I]The girl makes her purchase, avoiding eye contact with either Annie or Joe. As soon as she leaves the store, Joe props himself on his elbows on the glass countertop.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?That was a clever way to get her to actually buy something. Kudos.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?You seriously wouldn?t have gone out to dinner with that freak, right?? [I]Annie blinks at the drastic change of topic. The bell dings as Mike walks through the door, carrying one white, plastic bag in his left hand, and a can of Pepsi his right. Both arms extended in the air above his head. Annie quickly looks to Mike, smiling at his goofy whooping.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?What is all this ruckus?? [b]Mike[/b]- ?Who just got free lunch? Mike just got free lunch, bitches! Those Chinese ladies love me.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?Don?t know why, you?re such a faggot with that diamond earring.? [b]Mike[/b]- ?Bitch please. You?re just jealous you ain?t got free food.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?Oh, don?t worry. I?ll get my free food?.? [I]Joe smirks as Mike shakes his head as he passes. With one fluid, sly motion, Joe?s leg finds itself right under Mike?s feet; sending Mike skipping for balance, and his food dropping towards the floor. Joe scoops the bag and hurdles over the register and into the backroom.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?You mother fucking cockbite! I?ll fucking cut you in your sleep!!? [b]Annie[/b]- ?Ooooowwwnnneeed.?[/size][/color]

[url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=51646][size=1][u]We tried to help once...[/u][/size][/url] [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=52679][size=1][u]..then we tried again.[/u][/size][/url] [size=1]Need I say more? All the advice given from the past doesn't seem to help. You keep your attitude up, and you may just find yourself alone. You're too young to be worrying about this ****. Be a kid for as long as you possibly can. It does get better, I promise. You just have to hold on and have patience.[/size]

[QUOTE=Tical Blue] Is this thread just meant to be about BMX, or what? Cuz you said 'how badass are you' and you kinda asked about us being into other things but... what exactly are we posting here? [/QUOTE] [size=1]Yeah, it's supposed to be about BMX in particular. Skaters are welcome too. Now that I think of it, this thread should be about "badass" stuff like extreme bike, motocross, and skate. What exactly are you supposed to be postin'? Well, if you do any of this stuff, ask/answer questions, share experiences, help other with tricks, blah blah blah. I'm mainly interested in BMX here. But if other extreme hobby-ists are present, and would like to ask questions to others, this is the thread to do it in. OB really doesn't have much of a sports crowd, so I figured this would be a good place to start. That is if anyone does this crazy stuff.[/size]

[size=1]Take a minute to look around the OB; notice that the majority of this sites' pouplation is very into anime, art, and video games. I'm not complaining at all, don't get me wrong. But, I'm sort of tired of this scene, and would really like to know if anyone has more interest in things outside of anime, art, and video games. What I want to know is: How many of you are BMXers? Or, at least know about it. I want to know, because I'm looking into doing BMX. I'm saving up to get a bike, hopefully by next month. I think it would be awesome to relate to someone on this sport/hobby/thrill, seeing as how I'm just getting into this, and I'll be looking for tips/advice. What should I look for in a bike if I plan on riding a bit of street and a bit of trails, and, of course, parks. What brands do you trust and suggest? I'd like to use this thread as a place to ask all these questions, and if anyone knows how to do tricks, feel free to explain them to the best of your ability. There really isn't too many BMXers in my local area. Skaters pretty much dominate out here. I have no problem other than I can't really get help in this department. So, I'm hoping someone here can help/relate.[/size]

[size=1]Scene 2 [I]Annie enters the backroom, swinging the door with such force, she knocks over a shelf behind the door. Joe and Mike are breaking down cardboard boxes; still arguing, only over who?s box cutter was sharper. They both stop to look at Annie in bewilderment.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?I can?t handle ?Rainman? this early in the morning.? [b]Mike[/b]- ?It?s not even ten, yet. Did you take your Midol today?? [b]Joe[/b]- ?Mike, shut the fuck up.? [I]Annie shoots Mike daggers and balls her free fist on her hip. Mike, with a snicker, folds the last cardboard box and shoves it into the garbage bin.[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?Okay, smartass. You get to be on register.? [I]Mike shrugs his shoulders, sighing heavily. If it was one thing to take orders from a short stack like Annie, it was another to run register. Especially when ?Rainman? shows up. He thought of resisting, but decided against it as Annie held the door open and called out:[/I] [b]Annie[/b]- ?Mike will be right with you. Hang on, please.? [I]Annie turns and gives Mike a sly, sly smile. Joe chuckles and shakes his head as he picks up his pile of boxes.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?You know, I fucking hate you sometimes.? [b]Annie[/b]- ?Just get your toosh out there, and help the customers. I have paperwork to finish up.? [I]She gives Mike a gentle, playful kick to the rear as he passes her. He walks up behind the register to face a robust, disgruntled young man with light brown, curly hair and broad shoulders. His dark blue-gray eyes peer skeptically at Mike; making him shudder a tad. The man leans forward, placing his palms on the counter.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?How you doing today, Gavin? Come for the games we don?t have?? [b]Gavin[/b]- ?I want the entire collection of Grand Theft Auto. I came in last week, and found only three of the ones I already have; the old ones for Play Station one. I want the Play Station two games.? [I]Mike shifts, more annoyed than uncomfortable in Gavin?s hard gaze.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?I told you last week, and the week before last, that those games aren?t as available as they once were?when they first came out. Particularly, the new games because these obsessed punks can?t get enough of the shit. The old ones, yeah, we have shit loads of; but not the new ones. What?s your deal with this series?? [b]Gavin[/b]- ?I love it, and want the newer games.? [b]Mike[/b]- ?I mean, the game is classic, yeah. But seriously, dude, this has got to stop.? [I]Gavin rubs his chin, irritated with Mike?s blunt manner. [/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?Okay guy. I?m going to be frank and honest with you. You?re seriously starting to annoy us here. You come in each week, on the same day, at the exact same time, looking for games we don?t have. Don?t you get the drift by now? If we didn?t have them last week, or the week before that, or the week before that?..wouldn?t you think that we aren?t getting them in?? [I]Mike rolls his eyes when Gavin starts to stammer about how ridiculous it is for a game store to sell out of relatively old games. Moaning in irritation, Mike waves his hands in front of Gavin.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?Stop, stop, stop! You?re killing me, smalls. True, we are a game store. But that doesn?t mean we have every single game ever created here in the store. They come in, they sell out. We order, they come in again, and sell out. Apparently, Grand Theft Auto is one of the most sought out video games of all. And everyone knows this; people who don?t even fucking play video games knows this. And you?re pissed off that you?re too fucking lame to pick up your own copy on the day of their release. You know what that tells me? You aren?t a true and loyal fan. Because a true and loyal fan of the game wouldn?t need to come in each and every week and annoy employees with this sick obsessive-compulsive act bullshit.? [I]Gavin?s face flares in red, clearly his quick Irish temper taking over. Joe walks out of the backroom warily, slowly closing the door behind him. Gavin turns his attention to Joe, who picks up a magazine and begins to thumb through it.[/I] [b]Gavin[/b]- ?How does this shithead still have a job here?!? [I]Taken back, Joe blinks a few times at both Gavin and Mike. [/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?You know, I ask myself that same question every day.? [b]Gavin[/b]- ?I want to speak with the manager!? [I]The angered customer slams his fists on the counter, sending the register at least two inches in the air. Joe sets the magazine down on the counter as calmly as he could. He didn?t know whether to deck Mike right then and there, or try to calm Gavin first?then give Mike a beating. He knew he should speak to Gavin kindly, but his own temper was boiling. Gavin?s yelling was only going to bring Annie out from the back; and no one wanted that. Least of all Joe and Mike.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Listen, I?m really sorry for this asshole. But he is right. If you really are a devoted fan, as you?ve claimed many times before, then you should?ve already had the games. But, for the sake of things, I can try to put in a special order if you?re that bound and determined. Hell, I?ll even give you a deal on them; granted if I can get them in for you.? [I]Thirty minutes of bickering, wheeling and dealing, and Joe convinces Gavin that he?s the manager and Mike will be punished as needed. Satisfied, the bitter man leaves. Joe spins around and shoves Mike.[/I] [b]Joe[/b]- ?Dude, what the fuck were you thinking? Do you want to get fired?? [b]Mike[/b]- ?Sorry, but I?m so sick and tired of seeing him every fucking week, and pulling the same routine. I think I?ve behaved rather well seeing as how this has gone on for more than three months. Do you know how hard it was for me to hold back all that time? It?s like the first time I got head.? [b]Joe[/b]- ?How in the hell does that become an analogy to this situation?? [b]Mike[/b]- ?If you wouldn?t interrupt me, you?d find out, bitch. As I was saying, the first time I got a blow job. We were at this chick?s house, and she was getting all feisty on me. And I mean, like in-your-face kinky. This was new to me, considering she was sort of conservative. Anyway, she?s got me all fired up, it was pretty intense. As she pulls my boxers off, she sits up and says: ?This is the first time I?ve done this.? I?m stoked, absolutely stoked. So, I tell her it?s okay, that I?ll talk her through it. Things go great, until I was about to bust. I tell her to stop because I didn?t want to just yet, but she kept going, dude. I couldn?t stop her.? [I]Joe, a bit intrigued with where the story was going, but also disgusted that it was coming from Mike, waved a hand sharply; indicating to Mike that he should stop.[/I] [b]Mike[/b]- ?I tried my damned best to hold, but I just blew all over her f--? [b]Joe[/b]- ?MIKE!? [I]Joe shook his head and pointed behind him. A mother with her daughter were standing right behind him. The woman had her hands over her daughter?s ears. Mike made something of a ?Fuck me.? face and walked into the backroom.[/i][/size]

[QUOTE=Papa Smurf] Mind Games is closer to parody, so you should feel good about that, at least.[/quote] [size=1]I know I speak for myself, and pretty damn sure for Mike as well, that this definitely has a much better feel to it. I really jumped at this opportunity because I work in retail, and I know that you can write a story to everything that happens. So, it doesn't need a script, or be word-for-word; it just flows. We just basically adapted the really brash, abrupt behavior as Kevin Smith does.[/size] [quote] I just hope you're able to keep the dialogue in control, because apart from a few brief witticisms in his canon, Kevin Smith isn't terribly strong of a writer when it comes to meaningful dialogue.[/QUOTE] [size=1][spoiler]*coughClerks2cough* That weak point of his definitely showed up in that movie.[/spoiler] But that's for another forum. Thank you, P. Smurf. I know I definitely appreciate your criticism here.[/size]

[u][color=red][b]Warning[/b][/u]- This thread is rated "R" for really crude humor, language, and whatever you can think of in that twisted head of yours. Extreme caution to those who may be offended by raw, brash, and down-right nasty sexual innuendo/jokes/conversation. You won't see it in this first post, but it will show later on, I promise. So, if you are looking to read something light and fun, go somewhere else.[/color] [size=1]Now, with that said, this is a collaberation between The Boss and myself. It's sort of a very realistic OB parody of "Clerks". We are trying to accomplish the feeling that OB members really knew each other IRL, and totally ditch the usual internet references (ie, rooms made entirely of HTML, digital food, blah blah blah). We wanted a natural feel. And I think we've got it. Mike and I will both be posting different scenes. [b]Cast[/b] [list][*] Mike= The Boss [*] Joe= AC!D!C [*] Annie= Athena [*] Stephen= White [*] Alex= Retribution[/list] (as the story goes along, more people will be included, and we'll list their names before each post) So, enjoy "Mind Games", a collaberative OB parody brought to you by The Boss and Athena.[/size] [center]*** [IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/anne-mae/mindgames3.jpg[/IMG][/center] [QUOTE=The Boss][color=darkred][size=1] [b]Scene 1- "It begins."[/b] Pan in on a three-shop strip mall within a small town. Cars wiz by on a gloomy morning on the road in front of the shops. The three shops are [b] ?Emperor Cuisine?[/b] (a small Chinese take out diner), [b] ?Game Stop?[/b] (a dinky video game trade and retail store), and [b] ?Home Videos?[/b] (a family owned video rental store). All three buildings are in poor condition. A single car roles into the parking lot in front of the [b]Game Stop[/b]. A purple GC8 Subaru driven by a disgruntled looking, young, caucasian woman. She parks the car and steps out. She has short black hair and wears glasses. She is dressed in a pair of rough jeans and a black t-shirt bearing the jolly roger. She bends over and reaches into her car, withdrawing a name tag and places it on her shirt. It says ?Annie?. Stepping forward, she takes a moment to look at the store and breathes a deep sigh. She walks up to the glass door covered in stickers and posters and unlocks it, stepping in to turn on the lights. We see a shot of the clock, the hands lining up on eight ?o clock exactly. We turn to see the lights flicker on and the store to be more revealed. Video game cases of all sorts lining the walls with a large back register and office covered posters and obscure notes. She makes her way for the counter and begins checking the register. Soon, her counting is interrupted by the sound of thumping techno music. We see the parking lot again and see a street-tuned Honda pull into the parking lot, two older teenage males filling the front seats. One in the passenger seat, a gangly auburn headed kid. His face having Greek features. He wears a brown chaps shirt with a pair of dark khaki shorts and Reebok sneakers. A single zirconia stud hanging from his left earlobe. He wears a name tag saying ?Mike?. Mike Dude! How could you say that?! Big Boss destroyed Shagohod in the sixties, without all those Nikita?s and Stinger missles! Another young man steps from the driver?s seat. He is of similar body type, skinny and tall. His face is a bit paler, visibly he is Irish in decent. He wears a brown Element hat with a black Contra shirt and a pair of black pants. He slams the car door and locks it automatically. He wears a name tag ?Joe?. Joe Don?t ?Dude!? me... Listen, Snake took out five Metal Gears, alone, and killed Big Boss. So how is Big Boss ?better? by any means, if he got killed by Snake? The two begin walking up to the shop; still yelling at each other. Mike Because, Solid Snake is Big Boss? fucking clone! That means that Big Boss was so badass to begin with, that they decided ?hey, let?s make a line of super soldiers out of his genes?. How loudly does that speak to you? Joe (opens the door) It?s a fucking whisper to me. Listen, Snake killed Big Boss and accomplished far more than he did in a shorter amount of time. It?s common sense, just because Boss came before didn?t mean he was better. Just like fucking Babe Ruth came before, like, Sosa, doesn?t mean he was better. Mike (steps in the shop with Joe) Blasphemy! Listen, Babe Ruth didn?t bust a nut in a cup and make Sammy Sosa. Snake is a direct clone of Big Boss, everything Big Boss was, Snake is to a lesser form. The only reason Snake even was able to off Boss was because Boss was a senior citizen by the time they fought... Joe That doesn?t matter. It happened, Boss is dead, Snake?s alive, and is getting the PS3 sequel. So... who wins? Annie (says to the two) Neither of you. Your both losers. Now come unload the new releases. Mike (to Joe) Go for it asswipe. Joe turns and gives steely glare Mike with his head cocked up to the side. Mike gapes his mouth in complaint, shifts his eyes and sighs. The two walk towards the counter. Mike hops over it as Joe walks around. As the two disappear into the back room, Annie takes station at the counter, leaning over it in boredom. Mike (from back room) Boss is better. Joe Snake is better. Mike Boss Joe Snake The two continue as Annie grumbles into her hand, looking up to a close up on the clock showing it is 8:05 am. Back to Annie, she frowns on the corner of her mouth and exhales through her nose. We go to the back room to see Joe and Mike bent over cardboard boxes, unloading game cases. Mike The guy?s name is a fucking sexual innuendo. Solid Snake, yeah, let?s pretend that?s not suggestive. Even names wise, Big Boss is just cooler. Joe Okay, now let?s pretend that names count over actual accomplishments. Just because his name implies an erection, that doesn?t make Snake?s accomplishments count any less. Mike Wait. Did Snake build a mercenary group called Outer Heaven and amass an army by himself? Wait no, that was Boss. I?m sorry. (He says with a harsh sarcasm) Joe Yeah... then Snake came by and killed them all and Boss along with it. Mike Yeah, because Boss was an old man, and Snake was at his prime, and his clone. Joe Snake is better... Mike Boss is better... The two continue their arguing as we pan back out into the shop, where a bell signifies the entrance of an early customer. Annie looks up for a moment in interest, and then settles back down in lethargy. Annie (said in a sedated frustration) What do you two want? We see a pair of two young looking guys. One is african american. Sitting back, he seems to be keeping to himself. He steadily looks from side to side checking out the store. His name is Alex. The other is a lanky caucasian with dirty blonde hair and large features. His nickname is Stephen. Stephen (with a fast, unrefined speaking) Can I use you?s guy?s john? Annie (starts) We don?t have a... Mike (yelling from the backroom) Who the hell is that?! Stephen?s eyes open up suddenly in surprise and fear. Mike comes through the back room door with a small squeaky toy in his hand. Mike What did I tell you, ya fucking Honky?! Unless your gonna buy something, get the hell out! Stephen (yelling in defense) It?s a free country! I can do what I want! Mike grits his teeth and throws the squeaky toy at Stephen?s head, hitting him hard, causing Stephen to turn and flee quickly with Alex following slowly behind. Stephen Man... I outta call five-oh! Mike I outta kick your ass! Stop hanging around here, ya pricks! Stephen (with the door open) We?ll do what we want! Stephen closes the door and opens it again quickly. Stephen And we?re not pricks! He slams the door and trudges over to the side window of the shop, leaning back against it. Mike growls to himself as he watches the two. Mike (to Annie) I?m getting tired of those two morons hanging around here all day... Annie What do they do to you personally to make you hate them so much? Mike .... their morons, that?s what. Plus, they take away business. You know they sell those stupid SNES cartridges while we got them to sell. Why don?t we just get a ?No loitering? sign, like that would be a problem... Annie The owner doesn?t wanna be ?unfriendly?.... plus, people hang out here anyways during LAN?s and tournaments... Mike looks at the two outside scornfully and shakes his head, making his way back into the back room. Annie gives a slight scowl and turns back to the counter. We see the clock again, 8:10 am. The day was just starting. [/color][/size][/QUOTE]

[size=1][b]OOC:[/b] Sorry I took so long; I do have a life outside of the OB :) [b]"So, you're telling me that you can't fight tomorrow night?"[/b] Jack puffed at her cigarette impatiently. Well, more annoyed than impatient; scratch that, more angry than anything. Could you blame her? She had arranged for the largest underground match; every name in the underground felt the shockwave. And here he was, sitting at his usual barstool, drinking his regular glass of "water on the rocks", spouting some shit about a race he had to attend. The bouncer smiled delightfully in Jack's frustration, which started to trickle into her hands as she relentlessly polished the same shotglass time and time over. Mike Drossopoulos finally stood from his seat, waving his hand lightly at his friend. [b]"No, no, you're just using that selective hearing crap you women have,"[/b] he wagged his finger, [b]"What I said was 'Hey Jackie, I have a street race to attend to tomorrow night. I may run a little late for the fight.' That's all. Not that I wasn't going to make it, or blowing it off."[/b] Mike held a hand up in defense, while placing the other over his heart. He was the playful type, usually only in front of Jack, though. She, on the other hand, wasn't so easily entertained tonight. She threw the towel over her shoulder and leaned forward, placing her hands flat onto the cool wooden counter. Her hands slid slightly due to the small puddles of water formed around half-full glasses. [b]"Fucking sweat,"[/b] Jack grunted, her cigarette dangling dangerously from her lips. [b]"Aw, c'mon, Jackie, don't get all bent out of shape,"[/b] Mike cooed, propping himself against the bar, [b]"I promise, I'll be home as soon as my circuit is finished." "You'd better be, Mr. D,"[/b] Jack plucked the cigarette from her mouth and flicked it into the sink under the bar, [b]"Because you do not want me to come looking for you. You do remember that night, don't you?" "Yeah, yeah,"[/b] Mike mumbled, recalling the last time Jack went to find him. Apparently, Mike had been running late to work, so he tried speeding through a quiet neighborhood. You know, shortcuts. Unfortunately for Mike, local police didn't like his idea and locked him up and impounded his car. Jack was called, informed that Mike borrowed her car--that got impounded--without permission, and he was in jail. She went to bail him out, but wound up being so furious that her precious Z28 was being held on a rather expensive fine, she ended up attacking Mike. When police officers tried to peel her off of Mike, she ended up "accidentally" smacking one of them in the face. Which, of course, turned into a small battle royale in the police department. Both Mike and Jack spent the night in cells. [b]"Yeah, let's not do that again,"[/b] Jack smirked, laughing to herself at the memory. [b]"You had fun, and you know it as well as I do,"[/b] he chuckled, [b]"Anyway, I heard Phillipe Baraccos is skipping out on the fight." "Why wasn't I notified of this? He's the main fighter!"[/b] Jack ran her boney fingers through her hair. [b]"Supposedly, he's afraid of you and didn't want to confront you about it,"[/b] Mike laughed now. The thought of a 6'7" tall man, weighing nearly 300 pounds, being afraid of Jackie, who weighs half of him, amused Mike to no end. [b]"This is outrageous, man. I was depending on only two people; you and him. You guys are the only people everyone wants to see, and fight,"[/b] Jack, now disappointed, walked out from behind the bar and leaned against the counter next to Mike. [b]"Guess this means the fight's cancelled for tomorrow?" "Well, I have no other choice. No one's going to pay to see bums fight each other,"[/b] running her hands over her face, Jack felt her jacket pockets for another cigarette, [b]"I forgot to buy more." "You don't need them. I keep telling you this-" "And you said you'd kick my ass the next pack you found. You haven't lived up to your word,"[/b] Jack interrupted, [b]"And I'm honestly disappointed. We haven't fought in quite some time." "Frankly, I don't want to fight you, Lady,"[/b] Mike smiled, [b]"So, you want to go racing with me?" "What's up with this huge race all of a sudden?"[/b] Jack pushed herself from the bar counter and walked towards empty tables. The bar had been dead for a while now, it was clean-up time. The night before always left a room full of empty bottles, half-full glasses of warm beer, the floor littered with burnt cigarette butts and peanut shells. Sometimes, if they were lucky, they'd find a lady's high-heeled shoe. Though no matter how many Jack and Mike would find, no one ever came back to reclaim what they'd lost in their wild escapades. [b]"Not much detail in a text message I got a while ago,"[/b] Mike started, walking around to the pool table to put away sticks, [b]"but there's something going on within the enforcement. Not good, it seems." "So, why all the attraction of a street race?" "Not sure, guess we'll find out tomorrow night,"[/b] Mike cleared the pool table and tapped the green felt. This was his way of taunting Jack into a game. [b]"Kid, you can't beat me in one thing, and that's pool,"[/b] Jack laughed and waltzed up, snatching a stick from his hand. [b]OOC:[/b] Sorry if this isn't the best, I really couldn't think of much, and I know people are eager to write. Hope you can work with that Boss.[/size]

[size=1]Well, I'm looking at your name, Tical...and I'm not seeing "w" anywhere.[/size]

[QUOTE=The Boss][size=1] Retribution (looks to Jokopoko) Am I lagging? Or did I just ask you a question?![/size][/quote] [size=1]Haha! Awesome installment, guys. Sheer brilliance. The usage of computer talk like 'servers', 'lag', 'banner', 'avatars' is perfect. I mean, even though they're not things you'd find in the real world, the way you give them personality is amazing. It makes 'who is your server provider' seem so realistic. So far, this is my favorite installment. The whole scene with "What does Mr. Onix's avatar look like?" was better than I expected. I almost shed a tear for Joko[b]poke[/b]. Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.[/size]

[size=1]Like, oh em gee, it's Johnny Depp! Super sexy. That is all that is worth posting for ;) I kid, of course.[/size]