Whisper

[B]007[/B] Holly sat down in the Food Court. She checked her watch. 10:00 a.m. The sale at Khol's would start any time now. A man walked up to her wearing a long overcoat and carrying a suitcase. "Heh, heh. Nice disguise number 56." He dropped the suitcase and stalked away. Confused, Holly hesitated, opened it. Her eyes widened.

[B]No Escape[/B] [I]Huff, huff, huff...[/I] She couldn't run any longer. She turned to face her attacker. A blade rose above her head. She sat up in bed. She sighed. "Just a dream." She felt a breeze and turned to see her window open. "Strange, it wasn't open before..." She shut the window and turned around. She screamed.

[U]Love Hina:[/U] Keitaro: A noose so he can put himself out of his misery. Naru: A frying pan to beat Keitaro up with. Su: A banana! Mutsumi: An agenda planner so she won't forget everything. Tama-chan: A turtle friend. I mean come on, she's the only turtle at Hinata House. She's probably lonely! Kitsune: A membership card to Alcoholics Anomynous. And maybe some lingere. Shinobu: A boyfriend. She really needs to put her sights on some one other than Keitaro. Motoko: Anger management. Sarah: A straight jacket, a sadation gun, and a white padded room. Seta: Driving lessons. I'm afraid he'll die if he gets into another car accident. Nyamo: A makeover. She looks too much like Shinobu! [U]Inuyasha[/U] Inuyasha: A doggie bone and puppy obeidience classes. Kagome: Give her a convieniantly ticking H bomb. Kikyo: A hug. No one seems to like her. Kaede: Some anti-wrinkle creme, and hearing aids. Miroku: A stack of Playboys. Sango: Another frying pan to beat Miroku with, and a book entitled [I]101 Ways to Slap a Pervert[/I]. Shippo: A bag of Lindt chocholates. Kirara: A bag of catnip. Kitty high! Shesshomaru: A hug. Everyone likes hugs! Rin: A plushie. Everyone likes plushies! Jaken: A friend. My goodness does he need one. Naraku: A haircut. He looks too much like a girl. Kagura: Some independence! Koga: A mail-order-bride magazine. He needs to find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

[COLOR=Magenta]Kitty slowly opened her eyes. She sat up rubbing her head. She looked around and realized she was on a sub dock. [I]Why am I on a sub dock?[/I] To perplex Kitty more she found that she was wearing a very badly made kimono and had a pointy stick in her hand. She tried to remember why she was here. Her mind vaugley remembered running away from the police, but why would she do that? Kitty stood up and saw that she had been sleeping under a sign. Kitty read it. "The Cookie Avengers," Kitty muttered to herself. Then Kitty snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah! I have to go to the meeting! But why..." As Kitty pondered this she changed back into her red t-shirt and jeans, and walked along the sub dock. Kitty climbed up the ladder into a room with a large chair and six smaller ones. A man with a clown nose, and a fake mustache sat in the big chair. In two other chairs was a little boy and a guy with a giant cushy-bat. Not knowing what else to do Kitty walked across the room. She was going to sit down next to the guy with the cushy-bat but he waved it menacingly and she sat one chair over from him. Kitty looked around herself wondering why she would want to join the Cookie Avengers. [I]Good[/I], Dobbel thought to himself, [I]this girl looks normal enough.[/I] Kitty saw the man with the clown nose looking at her expectantly and realized that she should introduce herself. "Well...my name is...um...Kitty and...I'm not sure why I'm here I seem to have forgotten..." Kitty trailed off and looked nervously about her. Crickets began to chirp. The little boy took out a package and opened it. He took a treat of some kind and put it in his mouth and chewed it. Kitty thought she had seen that kind of food somewhere before. "What's that?" The boy looked at her a little surprised that she was talking to him. "Oh this? It's pocky." "Pocky?" Kitty's brain proscessed this information, then her eyes lit up as if enlightened. "POCKY! OH MY GOD I LOVE POCKY! SURRENDER IT TO ME!" Kitty lunged at the boy who dropped the package. She grabbed it emptiying all its contents into her mouth. She sat on the table chewing happily. Everyone stared at her. "I remember now..." In a whirl of colorful smoke, flowers, and shojo bubbles Kitty was once again garbed in her kimono waving around her pointy stick. "I Kitty, have come to join The Cookie Avengers so that I may worship my love of anime in peace, the peace that was sought to be destroyed by my wicked parents, and smite the world of evil with my almighty katana!" Kitty then began to shake her "katana" dangerously close to Dobbel's face. "Get that twig out of my face! You're going to take one of my eyes out!" "How dare you call it a twig. It's a katana!" "Well whatever it is...GET IT OUT OF MY FACE AND SIT DOWN!"[/COLOR]

Name: Kitty Age: 14 Gender: Female Personality: Kitty has a light, bubbly, outgoing personality that would make anyone want to be her friend...most of the time. When shown anime merchandise or anything related to anime or Japan Kitty becomes a way too hyperactive girl of insanity that most normal people cross the street to avoid contact with. Appearance: Kitty is about 5' 3", and is 98 pounds. Kitty has curly, blonde hair that hangs a little bit past her shoulders. Kitty has piercing blue eyes that often times "glare" people arguing with her into submission. Kitty is often found wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans. Except when her "anime-side" is accessed of course. Then she wears a crude, badly sewn together homemade kimono, waving around a pointy stick she insists is a katana that will "rid the world of evil, such as demons, men trying to take over the world, aliens, and those 4Kids Dubbers who make wonderful teen-rated anime shows into kid shows." Weapon: Kitty's "katana." Bio: Kitty was once a normal, good girl. She led quite a normal life, excelling in all academic achievements causing her to be much beloved by her parents. In junior high school Kitty entered an honors program that extended through high school. And then Kitty began her year as a freshman in high school. Her life would never be the same. At the high school Kitty met a girl named Katt. They became very good friends. Kitty had no idea what she got into by becoming friends with Katt. Katt introduced her to anime and the culture of Japan (not to mention the goodness of pocky!). Soon teachers caught Kitty drooling over hot bishonen boys in manga. Kitty's parents often found her watching anime DVDs, going onto anime message boards, and eating jumbo pocky for breakfast. Kitty began to address her teachers as "sensai" and her older classmates by "senpai." Kitty's parents and teachers became very worried (and also disturbed when Kitty walked into school wearing her kimono and attacking the school lunch ladies with her "katana" for not serving pocky) and sent her to a psychologist by the name of Dr. Frankenstein. The psychologist said that the situation was very grave indeed because Kitty had caught "anime fever," a disease spreading like wildfire from Japan to across the world. Dr. Frankenstein said that the only cure was to cut Kitty from anime completely. Kitty was home-shcooled, thus separated from the influence of Katt. She was also restrained to remain at home. Kitty?s parents cruelly took her anime merchandise away. Kitty first reacted to the very badly, refusing to talk to her parents and destroying everything in sight. But she decided, sadly, that it was no use. Kitty then became normal again...supposedly. One day Kitty's parents decided it was safe for Kitty to go outside of her home again. Kitty went downtown, where she passed an anime store. Kitty immediately had a breakdown and changed in an alley back into her kimono. Kitty then took her "katana" and rampaged the store, stealing anything she could carry. Of course though Kitty was caught. Kitty managed to escape the police and fled to the town of Twiwb. There she saw a recruitment sign for The Cookie Avengers. Kitty decided to join, thinking it could be one of the only places were she could worship her anime in peace. Specialty: The power to go on some of the greatest sugar highs in history by consuming unimaginable amounts of pocky.

[COLOR=SlateGray]Kally laid her violin onto her lap. She turned the violin onto its back and traced the letters carved onto the back with an index finger. "Kally," she whispered to herself. Kally's eyes grew distant, but shook her head and placed the violin back into its worn case and slid it under the bed. Until she had put her violin away, Kally didn't realize how tired she was. Kally laid back onto the bed, with her legs dangling over the side. She gazed up at the ceiling and traced the cracks in the plaster with her eyes. Kally's eyes fluttered and slowly closed. [I]Kally was running down a street, her feet slapping hard against the pavement. The world around her seemed fuzzy and dim but gradually came into focus. Gray buildings with boarded up windows crowded the narrow street around her. The street was strangely familiar and Kally wondered where she had seen it before. A building larger than the others loomed in the distance. As Kally got closer she saw the silouette of a steeple cast against the sky. Kally realized it was the church she had lived in for so many years. Kally ran faster and ran up the stone steps, and pushed with all her might against the heavy oak doors. The doors creaked open. "Hey, Sister Margarat, Father Joseph, I'm back!" But the place was deserted. The pews were over turned, and the stain glass windows were smashed. Kally looked up and gasped. There was a baby wrapped up in a cloth crying in front of the altar. Kally began to run down the aisle, but the more she ran the longer the aisle became and the baby was growing farther and farther away. Fear gripped Kally as darkness surrounded her. Kally began sobbing, but then she felt strong warm arms wrap around her...[/I] Kally sat abruptly up in her bed, breathing hard as if she had just run a marathon. Kally shivered and hugged herself. She sat silent for a few minutes, but then regained her strength and walked over to the windows. Kally threw open the shutters. The sky was gray with predawn, but Kally knew that probably it was going to be the brightest the day would become. Kally stepped out of her room and walked downstairs. It was rlatively early in the morning so many of the other children weren't awake yet. Kally went into the kitchen. There was a basket of carrots on the table. Kally sat at the table, took a carrot, and hungrily bit off the end. Kally chewed thoughtfully and gazed at the room around her. This was the only home she had left. She wondered what would have happened if Jhella had never found her. Kally heard footsteps, and looked up to see someone enter the room. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Kally plunged the shirt into the bucket of water, submerging her arms in sudsy water up to her elbows. She scrubbed the shirt vigorously against the side of the bucket and then took it out. Kally frowned. The stain was still there. 'Why do I even bother?' Kally asked herself. 'It'll only get dirty tomorrow.' Kally sighed and plunged the shirt back into the bucket of water. Work was what kept her going even if the efforts were futile. Besides it reminded her of the orphanage she had used to stay at. Kally smiled to herself. All those bright, round faces gathering around her... [I]"Kally, Kally, tell us another story! Kally! Kally..."[/I] [B]"KALLY!"[/B] Kally jerked herself out of the memory and turned around. Anna was leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. "How many times do I have to yell your name to get your attention?" Kally smiled weakly. There was a hint of sadness in it. "Sorry, my mind was...elsewhere." "It's okay..." Anna sighed and slumped onto the floor against the wall across from Kally. Anna kept her arms crossed though and furrowed her brow. Kally paused in washing the shirt and cocked her head. "A penny for your thoughts?" But before Anna could answer Kally responded to her own question. "You've been fighting with Jon again, haven't you?" Anna started, "How'd you know?" Kally thoughtfully tugged a lock of her hair. White soap suds clung to it. "You always look miserable after you argue with Jon." Anna snorted, "It's just...that...that...he shouldn't have said that to Lei! He knows how she feels about the outside world!" Kally took the shirt out of the bucket again only to see the stain still on it. Exasperated, she wrung the shirt and laid it on the floor. Kally stood up wiping off her hands on the over-sized apron tied around her waist. "Instead of bickering about it with Jon, how about you ask Lei how she feels about the issue? I'm going to my room." Kally walked out of the room leaving Anna to her thoughts. Kally shook her head to herself while walking up the stairs to the second floor. Her quiet footsteps hardly made any noise on the rotted floorboards. Kally walked into the room she used as her bedroom and plopped down on the mattress. She leaned over and pulled out a dusty black violin case from under her bed. Kally placed it onto the bed, undid the locks and lifted up the lid to reveal a violin. Kally brushed her fingers over the slightly polished wood. Kally was lucky. The last time one of the violin strings broke she was able to obtain a new one. She wondered if she would be as lucky next time. Kally lifted the violin out of the case carefully as if an abrupt move would break it. Kally tuned it and drew the bow across the strings. The violin seemed to weep as long, sad notes floated off the strings and echoed in the bare room. A soft, gentle voice joined in to the violin and its song danced with the violin's notes across the dusty floor. [I]Dancing bears, painted wings... Things I almost remember...[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Name: Kally Age: 12 Gender: female Personality: Kally is very quiet and is a bit of a philanthropist. She has a soft spot for younger children and often shows a motherly affection towards them, which is a bit premature for her age. But there is a sadness that hangs like a veil about her, probably caused from the dissapointment that she will probably never make a huge difference in her life. Because of her kind yet melancholy demeanor many people describe her as a "sad little angel." Kally still has a small flicker of hope from childhood but day by day it grows dimmer. Kally often expresses her feelings through playing the violin and singing. Appearence: Kally is small in stature for her age and has a pale complexion. Kally has dirty, greasy brown hair that hangs down to her shoulders. Beneath long bangs are greyish blue eyes that might of had been bright sapphire blue once. There is a dull purple birthmark on her right cheek that is shaped like a baby's hand print. Kally often has her hair brushed to that side in order to cover it. Kally wears a grey dress that is patched in many places by colorful bits of cloth that are now faded. Kally wears an apron that is too big for her and wears rosemary beads around her neck but with some of the beads missing. Kally wears two mismatched sneakers with the shoelaces missing, one grey one black. Bio: Kally was found by a priest on the front step of a church as a baby with a violin that had her name carved on the back. The church was running a small orphange so they took her in. Kally learned how to play the violin that was left with her and to sing at a very young age. As Kally grew older she took responsibility of playing and helping to take care of the yonger children who all adored her. But at twelve she left the church with her violin and some rosemary beads a nun gave her because the orphange was becoming too crowded. Kally tried to find a job but no one wanted a dirty little child so she resorted to begging, and playing the violin and signing on street corners hoping that passerbys would toss a few coins. Then one day a woman named Jhellah offered to give Kally a home and brought her to a run-down Inn. Kally immediatley settled in and helped to cook and clean and help take care of the younger children like she did at the orphanage at the church. Any Rescources: Kally is very good at singing, playing the violin, and doing house chores.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by [B]Shinmaru[/B] [I]Also, I've been impressed with plenty of the newer members lately (I don't mod here, but I do frequent the area quite a bit, by the way). In Apartment Building C, I let in a couple of newer members over some more 'established' RPers, simply because they impressed me more, and I didn't regret it in the least (both are still contributing well to the RPG, which means I need to get my act in gear lol).[/I][/QUOTE] I assume that I am one of those two new members being mentioned and I am very flattered. Thanx. :D But back to the discussion. This was the very first message board that I ever joined. I didn't know quite what to expect but frankly, I was blown away. No other message board that I have visited or joined compares to the OB. The quality is astounding and even from my short time here I have seen the improvement from the encouragment to use HTML on RPGs. I took advantage of the Arena not only to have fun but to improve my literary skills, maybe even to the point of it reflecting on my schoolwork. (I am part of the younger side of the age scale on the OB so I have room to improve.) In the end, the OB has pushed me to do better, and I'm probably not the only one. I feel that over time the OB will become even better in the quality within its posts. With the introduction on the Arena Underground the opportunity for high-quality will rise. The Arena Underground should be encouraged to be used to post RPG ideas and reflect upon them. I think the OB will always have those low-quality, spammy RPGs. That's a problem that will probably never fully go away. But if all the RPers pitch in and individually rise their efforts in good posts, not only setting examples for others but improving their own posts, I think the OB will continue to be succesful in the Arena.

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]I am still interested in ths RPG but, sadly, I can't give any recomendations on contacting Sonata. Maybe you should ask one of the mods about this, Takuya.[/COLOR]

Can you change your username? I want to change mine but I don't know how. Is it even allowed?

OCC: My characters are supposed to be in Spring Break. So maybe it should take place in late spring? But if you want it to take place during the summer that?s okay. We should probably put the time our post is taking place as well at the beginning of each post so we don?t get confused. IC: [COLOR=DarkOrchid]Alicia slid the card key into the slot and opened the door. The girls propped their luggage against the wall and both walked over to the window. A beautiful view of the beach stretched before them. Samantha opened the window and stuck her head out, looking every which way. Alicia shielded her eyes from the sun as a sea breeze blew her hair back. Alicia sighed, "Ahhh...what a perfect view!" Samantha smiled, "Aren't you glad we got a room on the top floor?" Samantha looked straight down. "Errgh." Alicia followed Samantha's gaze with a raised eyebrow. "What?" Right below them against the hotel wall was the dumpster. Alicia sweatdropped. "Well...almost perfect." Samantha laughed it off, "It's okay! If you look straight ahead you don't see it at all!" Alicia shrugged, ?Well I guess it?s better than not facing the ocean at all.? Alicia and Samantha unpacked all their things and hung their clothes up in the closet. Alicia then flopped down on the bed with a book and Samantha listened to music on her CD player. After fifteen minutes went by Samantha offered to get some ice for some drinks at the ice machine next to the bar. Alicia waved her hand towards the door to show that she acknowledged and continued reading. Samantha left, closing the door softly behind her as not to disturb her friend. After finishing a chapter Alicia put down her book and stretched. That?s when she saw the empty ice bucket next to the door. [I]Samantha must have forgotten it. I swear if the world was left in her trust it would be doomed.[/I] Alicia took the ice bucket and walked out of the hotel room, making sure the door was locked.[/COLOR] -Meanwhile on the First Floor- [COLOR=Magenta]Samantha walked up to the ice machine and realized that she forgot the bucket. She looked over at the bar and saw a teenager that didn?t look much younger than her sitting at the bar. Samantha walked over and sat down next to the girl. [I]Well, might as well test the local vintage.[/I] Samantha ordered a glass of wine. She sipped the glass and glanced up at the clock. It was 3:30. Samantha turned to strike a conversation with the person next to her but she was gone. Samantha finished the glass and got into the elevator.[/COLOR] -Back on the Top Floor- [COLOR=DarkOrchid]Alicia tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator. Alicia sighed in exasperation and decided to go down by the stairwell. As soon as Alicia was walking down the stairs the elevator reached the 12th floor and the doors opened. Alicia slid down the banister to make the trip faster. One the ground floor she filled the bucket with ice when she saw a young man talk with a male clerk at the counter. He looked pretty upset. Alicia walked over. ?Is something the matter?? The young man turned to Alicia and said, ?I?m looking for a little boy named Jason. He?s my girlfriend?s little brother.? He dug around in his pocket and withdrew a picture of a boy in glasses. ?This is what he looks like. Have you seen him?? Alicia shook her head apologetically, ?No, I haven?t. If I see him I?ll let you know. Which room are you in?? ?Room 309. Thank you very much.? The young man turned and headed towards the dinning room area. Alicia remembered the ice bucket in her hands, and began to worry that Samantha had gotten to the room before her and was wondering where she was. She ran towards the elevator. The doors opened and someone began to walk out. Alicia couldn?t stop in time and they collided. Ice spilled onto the floor.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Two young, college-age, ladies wheeled their suitcases into the hotel. One of the ladies, whose redish hair was tied into two braids, chatted gaily to the other who listened quietly. The one with the braids appeared to have said something amusing for the other shook her long, brown hair back and forth, laughing. They both pulled their luggage up to the counter. The brunette turned to Mr. Jamason and said, "Excuse me, but could we have one of your rooms?" Mr. Jamason pushed a clipboard forward with a form attached to it. The form had all the room numbers printed down one side with a space next to each for signing in. "Please sign here in print." Mr. Jamason pointed at the line next to the number 101. "You will have room 101." The brunette was about to sign when the other stopped her hand. "Oh! Let's have a room on the top floor!" "Will that be allowed?" Mr. Jamason said, "Yes that can be allowed. You can have room 1201." Mr. Jamason pointed where to sign and turned around to get the keys. The woman with the brown hair neatly wrote 'Alicia Beshaw' and the one with the braids wrote in a scrawl 'Samantha Rivers.' Mr. Jamason handed them the keys and asked if they needed help with their baggage. Alicia and Samantha said they were quite alright and steered their suitcases into the elevator.[/COLOR]

Is this good? This is the first time I've posted a poem on the OB. :sweat: [B]Poem:[/B] Many have great wisdom And cast magic of many a kind. Within their shadowy kingdom, They cast a spell of awe upon my mind. [B]Word:[/B] Mystery

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Chani Gothing Age: 14 Gender: Female In Your Own Words: I grew up in a city with my mom and dad. My dad a scientist, my mom an English college professor. They both have unexceptionally high IQ and so do I. I am very studious and have always gotten great grades. I also love to sing. I've lived a pretty normal life. Except for one thing. I'm blind. I wish my parents would just stop babying me. I wish [I]everyone[/I] would stop. Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't take care of myself. Why am I telling you this? You'll only pity me like everyone else. Anyways, my parents thought I couldn't manage at a public school. That's why they sent me to Jameson's Finishing School for Young Ladies. I thought I would hate it, one more place where people will avoid a blind girl. But in fact, I feel more comfortale than any other place I've been. For once in my life I feel that people aren't afraid to say hello to me. But its strange. Latley I've been able to feel people's emotions. Like I know if they're happy or sad without them even saying a word. I told the principle but he said it was nothing, but I know he was lying. That's another thing I seem to be able to do: detect lies. [URL=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/25-7.htm]Here[/URL] is a picture of me. If you look closely you can see that the pupils of my eyes aren't as dark as they should be. I get around with a white cane. Student File # 3752: Chani Gothing. Chani is an excellent student with some of the highest grades in the school. She seems very content here and we hope the others will accept her despite her handicap. Chani is able to tell what someone is truly feeling and is able to detect lies and half-truths. But because she can detect lies teachers should be catious around her if she asks specific questions about the school. Chani's powers will most likely strengthen gradually. Maybe to the extent of being able to read minds or even see. The development of this student's powers might be unique because of her blindness and all staff is recomended to observe her closely.[/COLOR]