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LORD! OF COURSE YOU SHOULD FINISH THE FIRST ONE! IT WOULD BE A SIN NOT TO! I thought the first one was truly amazing (not that well written :rolleyes: , but whatever, I still got the picture). I loved it SO much. Maybe that's just because I'm a HUGE TTs freak (You should see me and my obsession... It's unhealthy, really.), or maybe it was just good and I'd go with both. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to read the second one [tear, tear] because... Well, that's not the point, but... really, the first one... I'm adding it to my favourites list, lol. Thank-you so much for giving me the link to that story of yours. It was... (tries to find the right word)... Well, let's just say I'll be reading it again. ^^

[u][size=1]A Face in the Crowd:[/u] (If you liked "The Giver", you might like this. If not, read it anyway.) PART ONE: Too many people trying to be an individual? Too many people dressing differently, only to find that their neighbor has the same shirt? Too many people wanting to make a difference, but not wanting to get off the couch and try? Too many people? It?s gotten old. The world is finally over populated and thousands of millions of people and animals are starving. We?ve finally decided to do something about it: throw the world into sameness. Everyone wears the same things. Everyone has housing and enough food for the table everyday. Communism you might say; well, not exactly? There is a child limit; one child per person. There is a driving limit; only one tank of gas per week. There is a grocery limit; only one of each item. You must have at least three trees in your front yard and five in your back. No one may have personal pools or computers and the pets in one household are limited to two. The advantages: Population is cut down, no one must worry about how much gasoline is left on Earth and people are once again in decent shape, everyone has food, plants (preferably trees) are given a chance to live again, your community is made stronger, and domesticated animal population is also cut down. People no longer need to buy groceries, or houses, or clothing, or necessities, because money does not exist. There is no more crime and everyone is a decent, legal, and patriotic citizen. The disadvantages: People aren?t given the chance to be different anymore. Everyone is the same; girls have the same haircuts, as do boys, and men, and women. Women wear dresses, men wear casual suits, little boys and little girls wear uniforms. The houses are the same; simple wood and brick homes with the same sized front and back yards as everyone else. Everyone has the same cars with their family name written on it on the sides. People who are not married, or do not yet have a child, live separated from the family residences. It seems like a good world? PART TWO: Some people have managed to be different on the inside. Some people see that this type of life style is indeed better, but wrong. Some people want to change it, and are willing to get off of the couch to do so. They have ambition. In fact, they have so much, that they are shunned from society as "the Ambies". (OOC: Alaska and Hawaii are no longer part of America, sorry!) They live in the state of California in the run-down cities of Los Angeles, Sacramento, and Big Bear. The state had been sealed off, almost, in an attempt to keep the rebellious minds of the Ambies away from the good and rather brainwashed citizens of the other states. But now, after ten or so years of planning, an organization has formed. An organization that is dedicated to finding a big weak spot in this lifestyle, present it to the public, and destroy the Sameness once and for all. The organization is called the R.C.A.S (Right-minded citizens against Sameness) and they have decided to send out 8 spies to go undercover and live like the Sameness people do to find out these faults and hopefully destroy the Sameness and once again, return the diversified culture of America as they once knew it. PART THREE: You are one of these 8 spies going to the states assigned to your group: Nevada, Missouri, Illinois, New York, Florida, Montana, Georgia, and Texas. Your job is to live like a "regular" citizen and learn the experience. From this, the R.C.A.S is hoping that you will be able to find unobvious faults to present to news presses. (Unobvious = ones not listed in the background story) With your information and the others?, the R.C.A.S may be able to overthrow the Sameness. Use the following sign up to form your character: SIGN UP: [u]Name:[/u] (Your real name) [u]Code Name:[/u] (The name other members of the R.C.A.S call you. This may be anything from numbers, to animal species, to colours, to regular nicknames like Skippy or Doc.) [u]Gender: [/u] [u]Age:[/u] (Make it around 30 or something. Remember, they have to be a family member.) [u]Family Members:[/u] (The R.C.A.S has set up a family for you. You need a wife or husband and a son or daughter. Please give their names and ages.) [u]State:[/u] (Pick one of the 8 states listed above to go undercover in. Note that I have already picked Nevada.) [u]Bio:[/u] (Include how you came to be an Ambie and please remember that Sameness has been going on for about 50 years, so your character was born in it.) [u]Physical Appearance:[/u] (Everyone has the same haircut and wears the same clothes and is in shape, so you may wish to do only height and facial details.) Personality is rather pointless, as they?ll sort of be posing as someone else, so it is optional. And, for the last piece of info before I give my sign up: I will be PMing one person for a special role in the RPG. I will not tell you what it is, because you will find out later in the story and I will not tell you who is playing the role because that, too, will be found out later. The person I PM should not tell anyone in the RPG either, please. So, as the last thing: Here is my sign up. [u]Name:[/u] Ginger Sukley [u]Code Name:[/u] Gerry [u]Gender:[/u] Female [u]Age:[/u] 28 [u]Family Members:[/u] Husband, Sam, 32 and Son, Kaden, 3 [u]State:[/u] Nevada [u]Bio:[/u] Gerry was born in Ridge Town, Connecticut and grew up to her two parents, Mike and Joann. As a child in school and in the neighborhood, she was never liked much and never had many friends. She mainly stayed in her backyard, playing with her two cocker spaniels, Tidbit and Salsa, and only rode her bike if one of her parents was with her, for fear of being teased. Ginger grew sick of her life and one day, in the newspaper, heard about the Ambies and the forming of the R.C.A.S. That?s when she decided it was over for good. At 3:00 in the morning when the entire city was sound asleep, Ginger gathered her most important belongings and loaded her backpack with food. From there, it was a long, hard journey to California. She was 18 years old when she reached the border of California and, asking around, she found the R.C.A.S quickly. They immediately took her in and she became one of their best supporters. This is why she was chosen for one of their spies in the mission. [u]Physical Appearance:[/u] Ginger is a very good looking girl with long, thick, wavy, red hair (hence her name). She has long eyelashes, full lips, and she?s about 5?6". [/size]

[size=2][color=black][sighs] I can't remember exactly how old I was... but... My grandma had come down to visit us and she, my mom, and I went out to eat and saw a movie. The movie: Pay It Forward.[/color][/size] [size=2][color=black]I never ever EVER cry during movies, because something in my mind just continuously tells me that it's not real. But, this one was so sad...[/color][/size] [size=2][color=black]Part of it, I guess, was that the movie was shot in Las Vegas (where I was born) so, when the little boy (HJO) was stabbed... and he died... and then the funeral... Oh my God, I freaked! O_O [/color][/size] [size=2][color=black]I couldn't stop crying for about three hours, seriously, that's how badly it affected me. There's a song I ABSOLUTELY HATE and it sounds exactly like the song that was played at his funeral, so whenever I hear it, I either start to cry or I plug my ears and start yelling until it's over or I turn it off. Wouldn't you know it? They played the song at my 8th grade Field Day. [hates that school and if given the chance, will seriously burn it down] [/color][/size][size=2][color=black]I'm sure maladjusted knows what song I'm talking about [kills mal] since she forced Mallory to tell her, and then I made her promise she wouldn't sing it... AND SHE DID. [dies] ... [painfully][/color][/size] [size=2][color=black]Okay, I'm getting off topic. Anyway, that's just the one movie I will cry about. You could show me any other movie and I will bet you ten dollars, I will not cry. [/color][/size] [size=2][color=black]I have serious sympathy issues. T_T[/color][/size]

[font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]Wow, is this ever my topic. During the summer which has been about 20 days so far, I've found myself doing the following:[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy] [/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]1) Taking 543 question-long quizzes[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]2) Finding nothing to do on bored.com[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]3) Reorganizing my crayons into complex colourized systems >_

[color=navy][font=Arial Narrow][size=1][u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Kaden Remmisong[/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male[/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] Kaden is very warm and open to his friends and people he knows, but otherwise, he is extermely shy and comes off as sort of an outsider. He gets nervous very easily, escpecially when he's in an unknown place or a place that makes him feel uncomfortable. He laughs at the most random times. O.o He's a very observant person and tries not to talk to much because he thinks he gets in the way, and is also a quick-on-his-toes kind of thinker. [/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][u][b]Character Type:[/b][/u] Enigma[/size][/font][/color] [color=navy][font=Arial Narrow][size=1][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Kaden is of medium height, has shaggy, sandy, blonde hair (and one time he died it purple) and is pretty scrawny. He doesn't have a whole lot of muscles because he mostly depends on his shapeshifting abilities to help him get out of danger.[/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 412 (looks in his mid-teens: around 16)[/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][b][u]Bio:[/u][/b] Kaden used to live with his parents before he became sick of them and ran away. He was heavily abused and constantly being yelled at, thus his nervous nature. His older brother was also treated like this and ran away before Kaden was born, or so he had heard. The fateful day when Kaden ran from home, he stumbled upon an old man; one of those Enigma's he guessed. The man called him over and said that he was dying and he needed someone to take on his place and powers in life. Kaden agreed, for lack of nothing better to do with his 13 year old life and thus, he became an Enigma.[/size][/font][/color] [color=navy][color=navy][font=Arial Narrow][size=1][b][u]Creature Forms:[/u][/b] Kaden can change into a gorilla, a Peregrine falcon, and a cute, little Labrador puppy... Aw... ^^[/size][/font][/color][/color]

[font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]It has happened; Morrowind's greatest hero has finally died and his replacement mysteriously vanished. Now, the Emporer is frantically looking for a reincarnation subject. He has called on Nerevarine's greatest warriors, magicians, and stealths to go on a journey across Morrowind and fight for the position of Grand Hero. Whomever reaches the High Temple first is truly the reincarnation. Let the blood bath begin... [where is that from? lol][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]The races of the world are as follows:[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]BRETONS:[/b] Passionate and eccentric, poetic, intelligent, and willful, the Bretons feel an inborn, instinctive bond with the forces of magic and the supernatural. Many great sorcerers have come out of their home province of High Rock, and in addition to their quick grasp of spellcraft, enchantement, and alchemy, even the humblest of Bretons can boast a high resistance to destructive and dominating magical energies.[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Fortified magic, Dragon skin, Resist magic[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]IMPERIALS:[/b] Natives of the civilized province of Cyrodill, the Imperials are well-educated and well-spoken. Imperials are also known for the discipline and training of their citizen armies. Though physically less imposing than other races, the Imperials have proved to be shrewd diplomats and traders, and these traits, along with their remarkable skill and training as light infantry, have enabled them to subdue all the other races.[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Star of the West, Voice of the Emporer[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]REDGUARDS:[/b] The most naturally talented warriors in Nerevarine, the dark-skinned, wiry-haired Redguards of Hammerfell seem born to battle, though their pride and fierce independence of spirits makes them more suitable as scouts or skirmishers, or as free-ranging heroes and adventurers, than as rank-and-file soldiers. In addition to their cultural affinities for many weapons and armour styles, Redguards are also blessed with a quickness of foot.[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Resist Poison, Resist Disease[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]NORDS:[/b] The Nords are a tall and fair-haired people, aggressive and fearless in war, industrious and enterprising in trade and exploration. Skilled sailors, Nords can be found in seaports and settlements along all the coasts and rivers of Nerevarine. Strong, stubborn and hardy, Nords are famous for their resistance to cold, even magical frost. Violence is an accepted and comfortable aspect of Nord culture; Nords of all classes are skilled with a variety of weapon and armour styles, and they cheerfully face battle with an ecstatic ferocity that shocks and appalls their enemies. [/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Thunder Fist, Resist to Shock, Immune to Frost[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]HIGH ELVES:[/b] The High Elves confidently consider themselves, with some justice, as the most civilized culture of Nerevarine; the common tongue of the Empire, Tamrielic, is based on High Elven speech and writing, and most of the Empire's arts, crafts, and sciences are derived from High Elven traditions. Deft, intelligent, and strong-willed, High Elves boast that their sublime physical natures make them far more resistant to disease than the "lesser races".[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Fortified Magic, Weakness to: Fire, Frost, and Shock, Resistant to Disease[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]DARK ELVES:[/b] Dark Elves are the dark-skinned Elven peoples of the Eastern part of Nerevarine. The red-eyed dark elves combine powerful intellect with strong and agile physiques, producing superior warriors and sorcerers. On the battlefield, Dark Elves are noted for their skilled and balanced integration of swordsmen, marksmen, and war wizards. In character, they are grim, aloof, anf reserved, distrusting, and disdainful of other races.[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Ancestor Guardian, Resistant to Fire[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]WOOD ELVES:[/b] Wood elves reject the stiff, formal traditions of the High Elves, preferring a romantic, simple existence in harmony with the land, its wild beauty and wild creatures. These country cousins of the High Elves and Dark Elves are nimble and quick in body and wit, and because of their curious natures and natural agility, Wood Elves are especially suitable as scouts, agents, and theives. But most of all, Wood Elves are known for their skills with bows; there are no finer archers in all of Nerevarine. [/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Powers:[/u] Beast Tongue, Resist Disease[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]Now that you have all that- here are the skills:[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]Combat Skills:[/b] Armorer, Athletics, Axe, Block, Blunt Weapon, Heavy Armour, Long Blade, Medium Armour, Spear.[/color][/font][/size] [b][u][font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font][/u][/b] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]Magic Skills:[/b] Alchemy, Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Enchant, Illusion, Mysticism, Restoration, Unarmoured.[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]Stealth Skills:[/b] Acrobatics, Hand to Hand, Light Armour, Marksman, Mercantile, Security, Short Blade, Sneak, Speechcraft.[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy]And let's not forget the abilities...:[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][b]Abilities:[/b] Agility, Endurance, Intelligence, Luck, Personality, Speed, Strength, Willpower.[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][u][b]Sign-Up Form:[/b][/u][/color][/size][/font] [u][font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][/color][/size][/font][/u] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Name:[/u] (first and last)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Nickname:[/u] (not required)[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][u]Gender:[/u][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Race:[/u] [/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Height:[/u] (doesn't have to be exact: short, medium, tall will do)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Weight:[/u] (same as above: skinny, average, heavy)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Distinguishing features:[/u] (scars? tattoos?)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Clothing:[/u] (what does your character wear most of the time?)[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][u]Occupation:[/u][/color][/size][/font] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Skills:[/u] (pick three, one from each category)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Abilities:[/u] (pick two)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Weapon:[/u] (max of three, this can includes armor, base them on your skills)[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][font=Arial Narrow][color=navy][u]Personality:[/u] (please make it detailed)[/color][/font][/size] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][u]Bio:[/u][/color][/size][/font] [font=Lucida Console][size=1][color=#8b0000][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=navy][b]Your character must also keep a journal.[/b] [/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080]Here is my info:[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Name:[/u] Serena Drille[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Nickname:[/u] none[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Gender:[/u] female[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Race:[/u] Breton[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Height:[/u] medium[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Weight:[/u] average[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Distinguishing features:[/u] a scar right next to her left ear[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Clothing:[/u] loose, brown pants and a beige shirt[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Occupation:[/u] Agent[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Skills:[/u] Athletics, Conjuration, Sneak[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Abilities:[/u] Speed, Willpower[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Weapon:[/u] Bow and arrow, a small dagger, and light under armour[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Personality:[/u] Serena is extremely hyper... all the time. She's open, friendly, and very bright. Sometimes, she comes off as a pest, but when people meet her, she's okay. ;) She's always willing to help people and she's definetly two-sided. Her open personality is in use when she's not busy with her job as an agent. Her agent personality is cold, unattached, and calm. Sometimes, when she's mad, her agent personality comes through a bit... [/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][u]Bio:[/u] Serena grew up with her parents and two brothers in Morrowind, so she's familiar with the land. She had a normal, happy childhood, going to and from her friends' houses and running errands for her mother. She was pulled into the agent business when her uncle realized her natural ability and recommended her to the Emporer for a job; she became an instant hit.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080]Please feel free to PM with any questions etc.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Arial Narrow][size=1][color=#000080][/color][/size][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple]I honestly couldn't care less about who the latest pop star is or how their hair looked on Movie Awards Night. To tell you the truth, when I watch MTV or VH1 with one of my friends, I've never even heard of half the people they're talking about, let alone do I think they're all that. [/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple][/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple]I personally think that celebrity worship is directly linked to lack of nothing better to do. I know one person specifically, who became obsessed with someone when school let out. This is probably because, not only did she have more time on her hands to look up pictures, but also more time to think about it, rather than how her grade in Langauge Arts would affect her in high school (etc.).[/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple]I've also been sucked into this cycle. I have no hobby during the school year, so I devoted my time last year to making collages and scrapbooks out of Tom Felton's face. It took a long time... [twitch, twitch][/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple][/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple]I actually think it's okay to love a celebrity. A poster of him/her here... maybe a sticker or a T-shirt of them there... But when you get down to what some people do (aka: the plastic surgery etc.), you know it's time to stop. I once was watching a T.V. show a while back where a girl around the age of 20 got complete body and face surgery to look like... (hold back your screams, please) Barbie. Needless to say, she came out looking just as horrible as the freaking little piece of plastic, too. [/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple][/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple]Celebrity = Money. People want money. Celebrity = Fame. People like fame. There's another anecdote connected to this one too. In a newspaper article I read in 6th or 7th grade, it told about a young girl (I mean, young, young, like, 7 or 8) who was having a birthday party and she invited a handful of friends and rather than going to the local Chuck E. Cheese's or even Six Flags, they went to New York to go shopping in expensive stores and then later, went to a top-notch spa... they were 8 years old. [make a connection here, people] It also talked about the little girl's obsession of Britney Spears. They then showed a picture of the girl looking through her closet (you should have seen her room [dies]), shaking her head. At the time, she was wearing a glittery purple halter top (mind you, with nothing to put in it) and some $80 jeans from DKNY or whatever... People think that if they act rich and famous, they'll become rich and famous. I know. I've tried.[/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple][/color][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][color=purple]So, I'm gonna leave my opinion at that before I rant on and on... Basically, celebrity worship is okay to a point, but when you have to spend more than $20, you're definetly insane.[/color][/font]

Wha... What... What happened? Robbed? How? Kellan sifted through some of the mess the robbers, or robbers, had made. He knew there was pretty much nothing that could be done with it now, but still... Him? Robbed? He headed towards his computer room. If his computer had been stolen... Oh, good, he thought. I don't know what I would have done if all that information was gone; all my tracking devices. He plopped himself down at his desk. A few interactions, eh, he said to himself. It seemed Syft and Veil had made a rather crude introduction and Markuu and Jim were now buddying up. What's the chance of them all getting together, he thought. He watched them for a while more and then, with no control what-so-ever, fell asleep right there at his desk. It had been a long day. OOC: Sorry it's choppy. I haven't been on the site for a while and I haven't done any writing at all, really. My font buttons etc. aren't seeming to be working either. >_< Anyway, I just wanted to see if this RP could start up again. I reread the whole thing and it was going pretty well. I don't know what happened. Okay, bye.

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha sat comfortably on her plane chair, ready for take-off to some random deserted island. She looked the fabrics of the chairs. [i]They could definetly use a little orange and maybe a flower or two there![/i][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The assistant lady started rambling on about how to use the seatbelt (like everyone didn't know how) and again Martha thought: [i]That seatbelt would make a wonderful supporter for a robe hanger![/i][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]So, as all went well, pass-by, pass-by... the plane took off and they landed safely on the island. She had no idea when the other people would get here.[/size][/font] [i][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]What a pretty coconut! That would look great as a center piece for an island based room table![/size][/font][/i] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Ms. Stewart?" a voice came. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha looked quickly around and found a small man with an island shirt on. [/size][/font] [i][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I wonder what kind of fabric that's made out of. [/size][/font][/i] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Ms. Stewart, let me take you to your room."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha followed the little man to what she thought would be a beautiful two-story at the least home complete with furniture. She came to a pile of sand. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"What?" she managed to get out. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"This is where your room will be," the man said. "You have to make your own stuff, get your own food, and help yourself defeat and come out on top of the other could-be champions. This is all I can tell you. The others will arrive shortly. Good luck!"[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Martha watched the little man swim dramatically out into the ocean. She blinked, for she had sand in her eye, and the next minute, where the little man was, she saw nothing but a faint reddish tinge. She shrugged. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Setting her suitcase down, she started to construct a house out of all the things she had around her. [/size][/font][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][i]Oh, now I can do that coconut center-piece! Hey, this palm leaf would make a wondeful kitchen rug! Oh, wow! A crab shell! Talk about good luck for a plate! Ha, ha![/i][/size][/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Okay, I did say that I would wait until Saturday to start the RPG, but it doesn't seem like any more people are joining and I figured I might as well do it now because people have more time on weekends. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I have taken each post into consideration and here's who made it:[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]K.K.C as [u]Billy Boyd[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Farto the Magic as [u]Snoop Dogg[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Dragon Warrior as [u]Johnny Depp[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Shinmaru as [u]David Duchovny[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]DDG as [u]Anthony LaPaglia[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Queen Asuka as [u]Paris Hilton[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]and I will be playing [u]Martha Stewart[/u][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Thank-you all for signing up and if you wish to still join, PM with your sign-up form and I'll let you know if you're in or not! I'll take them until Saturday. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I've started the RPG in the Adventure Arena![/size][/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu stepped into her house and found that no one was home. She liked it that way; gave her more space and time to think. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]She found an article on the table and read it with interest: [/size][/font] [center][b][u][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The Secret World Domination[/size][/font][/u][/b][/center] [center][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]It has come to the government's attention that a boy by the name of Kellan [no last name yet found] had gone completely insane and has written plans to take over the world. We have not yet found these plans, but we have leek through of what he intends to do. Nobody has yet been in contact with Kellan. He has entered the race for presidency and, by common law, unless we have absolute proof of his plans, there is nothing we can say to stop him. Attention: This is not a threat. It is simply leaked gossip. Do not worry.[/size][/font][/center] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu shuddered. A whole world domination, even coming from the National Enquierer was a scary thought. All the world under one rule. Markuu sighed and walked back out the door, for lack of nothing to do. Down the alleyway, she heard voices again.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"So what ya' got there runt?" someone said. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"A folder with some papers in it, sir," someone else said. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"You know the price for coming into our ally without someone with you dont you?" the first voice asked as he laughed loudly.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]It sounded as if someone was going to be beaten. She stepped indside the darkened alleyway and was surrounded by what seemed to be nothingness. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Hey!" she said, suprised by her own courage. Her eyes adjusted and she could see two burly men and a scrawny boy with light brown hair. The boy's arm was twisted back by one of the men. A folder lay on the ground, papers sprawled across the muck and dirt. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"What do you men think you're doing?" she asked. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Someway, somehow, the men thought she meant business. But it was a good thing they didn't pry any farther or Markuu's false bravado would have been shattered instantly. They ran off towards the back of the alley. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]They boy let out a huge stream of air and rubbed the back of his neck. Markuu bent over to start picking up the papers. They were filthy, but she figured he'd still want them.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Thanks," the boy said. "I thought I was dead for sure."[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]As he came closer, Markuu noticed that he was a Jailbait. She relaxed a little. She didn't want to have to deal with a Shanty. They were pretty tough when they wanted to be. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"It's no problem." As Markuu picked up the papers, the name "Kellan" shot through a lot of them.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Kellan..." she muttered. It rang a bell. Oh, yes. The domination thing. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"You know about him?" the boy said.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Yeah, I read about him in the newspaper a-few before I came and rescued you."[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Yeah! He's in the article about world domination! I read that too. Fascinated by it infact. I- I've been doing research all night, as you can probably see," he half-heartedly tried to laugh. "I- I was actually going to try and stop him." [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu looked up at the thought of that. Stopping this crazy mad man would give her something; a sense of shining, a sense of belonging. [/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"I could help if you'd like," she said.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Really? That'd be great! My name's Jim, by the way. Jim Mishima. I was just on my way to the market area to get some supplies.Magazines, mainly. You wanna come along?"[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Sure I do. There's nothing else better to do with myself right now."[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Jim shook his head and they went off to the market place. Jim was clutching his folders tightly.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu had butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't believe she'd actually had that type of courage... in both situations.[/size][/font][/left] [left][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][/size][/font][/left]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=2]So, the last RPG didn't quite work out, but there hasn't been a comical RPG in a while and gosh darn-it I want to get one going! Lol.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]We all know Survivor. We all know celebrities. We all know we like to make fun of both of them. So here's the scenario...[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]One day, in the beautiful mansions of each celebrity, morning arose and they all woke up. (Wow.)But, instead of eggs and toast in bed, they found a camera and some annoying host![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Host: [cheesy voice] Hey! Good morning, sleepy head! Rise and shine! You're going on an island today![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Celebrity: What the crap?[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Host: Yip, yup! Get ready, hurry, hurry, hurry! Your plane leaves in 2 hours![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Celebrity: Guards! Get him out of my room![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Host: No, no, no! No more convienences for a long while! You're living the simple life! Now get up![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Celebrity: [gets up. starts to get dressed] Mmmnnhfgurthyiehnmmm...[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Host: That's the spirit! Oh, and don't forget; you get to bring three items you want on the island, but no cellphones or laptops! And remember, there isn't any electricity on the island, so, no plug in things I guess! [shurgs, supporting a corny smile][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][two hours later...][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Host: Well now, you all know what to do! You each get a backpack... [hands each celebrity a pack] ...and in it, you'll find a journal, a few pens, and one hand held radio ONLY for emergencies! [gets angry] ONLY! [goes back all spunky and happy] Okay then! Well... [jumps onto convinently flying helicopter] ...see you later![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]So, your main idea is that you are a celebrity and you have been chosen to participate in the Ultimate Celebrity Don't-Drive-Each-Other-Too-Crazy Island Show! (hosted by Motfati) Just pick a celebrity, and we'll go at it. There's not too much of a plot, but you're all together on one island, so you'll more than likely be communicating with everyone. Just, try to survive and don't resort to committing suicide and you'll be fine! Don't worry.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]So, here's-a you sign up form![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Celebrity: [size=2]Pick any well-known celebrity to play. [/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Picture: [size=2]A picture of the celebrity if you can get one. [/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Three Items: [size=2]What three items your celebrity brought.[/size][/size][/font] [/size][/font][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Skills: [size=2]To survive on an island, you're gonna have to have skills other than singing![/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]What Usually Goes Through Your Head: [size=2]Just a short list of things your famous character usually thinks about.[/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Bio: [size=2]This, of course, is going to have to be completely made up, but feel free to use real events and such![/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]That should just about do it. Here's my sign-up form:[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Celebrity: [size=2]Martha Stewart[/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Picture: [size=2]n/a[/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Three Items: [size=2]A sewing kit, an apron, and a pair of scissors[/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Skills: [size=2]We all know Martha! She can pretty much make anything out of anything. She's sure she'll be the most useful player in the bunch! She can also make a wicked coconut pie![/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]What Usually Goes Through Her Head: [size=2]"Wow, that leaf sure would look good on a kitchen counter" ... "Would you look at that? An eggplant would make that a perfect touch in any teenager's room!" ... "How does he live without that wallpaper used as a toilet seat?"[/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Bio: [size=2]Martha was a pretty normal child when she was growing up, but boy, did things change! Her mother taught her how to sew and she went crazy! She ended up making a life sized house out of recycled spinach and actually won the school science fair by constructing a projector out of lint. Most kids hated her, and that was understandable. They shoved her into lockers, called her "How-To Woman" and even stuffed old clothing down her back when given the chance! Martha's childhood was a not a good one, sociably. But, when she got older, she sent each and every one of those kids a letter, sending them a penny and saying: "This is how much my childhood meant to me. You were included there, too. Happy holidays, pig!" Wow, what a nice lady![/size][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=2]UPDATE: I'm going to keep this thread going until the end of the week (Saturday, March 13, 2004: Almost on a Friday! Doh!) and from there, I'll decide who's in and who's not (unfortunately, not everyone can fit on the small island...) and we can start it on Monday! Thanks![/size][/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Kellan creeped down the long, dark hall way, keeping all eyes open for any sign of movement; all ears in full tact for any noise. He made it safely to his destination: the General Race Information office.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]In the office, he only had one place of business: to win over the government. To have them do whatever he pleaded. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The race for Presidency was coming up in 3 months. That's all the planning time Kellan had. It would be tight, but oh-so worth it in the end. He logged on to the government's website, hacked into the editor's computer, and started from there. On the editor's computer, he could add his name to the list of candidates. After this, he hacked into the voting subcategory and typed in the number 86,000 next to his name. He wrote a quick speech to put next to the picture he uploaded and closed down just in time; he heard someone coming. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][i]That was too easy,[/i] thought Kellan. [i]Any six-year old could make their way to office if they could write. [/i][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]A shadow meandered its way along the opposite wall. Kellan ran to the nearest storage closet and hid in it. He stared intently at the doorknob, ready to leap to the back of the closet at any given moment a hand should open that door. No one did.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Kellan breathed again. His heart was racing. He stood up and slowly cracked the door, looking around each way twenty times. The coast was clear. He slipped out of the closet and tiptoed to the computer. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][i]Good job, Kellan, [/i]he thought. [i]You left your laptop on the table. That would have been easy to explain to the manager of security. [/i][/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He grabbed his laptop and hurried down to the Laboratory. He needed to check out... the tool. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The tool was Kellan's ultimate step in overtaking the world. This is what he would upload his Powers onto in enough secret and this is what his army would be created with. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The tool stood 7 feet high and was a dark, metallic black colour. A whole person could be fit inside it; a whole robot could be fit inside it, too. A computer was attached to the tool and Kellan attached himself to the computer. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]For the next few hours, Kellan sat at that computer, uploading the Powers from his disk to the hard drive, trying to figure out how to work it. After another hour or so of searching the tool, figuring out what he needed, he saw a card slot. A card. That's what he needed. But what card? Where was it? How could he get to it? [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][i]I suppose I can figure that out after I win a place in office, [/i]Kellan thought. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]But for now, the laptop's memory was on the computer and Kellan was satisfied with his night's work. He left and went home, only to find that it had been robbed while he was gone...[/size][/font]

[u][size=2][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Plot:[/size][/font][/u][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3] It's finally happened. Time travel has been made possible and something else has been discovered along with it. First off, let me explain a little about how it was discovered.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]A little man by the name of E.G. Zeki (aka: Proffesor Z) was working in his lab one day and fell asleep. The last thing he remembered seeing were tiny flecks of colour called "phosphenes". He was so confused by the phosphenes when he woke up, that he decided to do a little research on them. But, what he discovered was that the phosphenes were living, breathing creatures with a leader and all. He only caught a glimpse of this leader, but he knew that the leader was a neon-green-slightly-bigger-than-the-average-phosphene-time-traveler-phosphene. And somehow, 6 weeks later, he came up with the concept of traveling through time by powering a tiny machine with the phosphenes. To his suprise, and everyone else's: it worked. There were still many, many questions though and Proffesor Z figured that he could get the answers by capturing this little green phosphene. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Proffesor Z called 6 neighborhood children to come test it out (to the horror of their parents, yes) and told them that whomever captured the phosphene first and returned back to the present time with it safely, would win a suprise. The children were fairly young, so they were excited and thrilled as to what it could possibly be. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Professor Z made 6 watches with the time traveling substance and machinery contained in them. All the children had to do was type in the date they wanted to travel to with the number pad, turn the dial to A.C. or B.C. and press the big red button. Yes, the big red button. [/size][/font] [u][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Main Jist:[/size][/font][/u][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3] You are one of E.G. Zeki's time travelers and you have recieved a time-traveling watch. Your job is to travel through time and find the green phosphene king and return home safely with him. You have been given a week's worth of food, a water bottle, a vile of acid (kept in an acid-proof container), a notebook, a pen, a jar to capture the phosphene in, and a copy of [u]All the Pretty Horses[/u] for your sheer entertainment.:p I have set a date for the phosphene king to be captured in and whomever goes to that date (or within 5 years either way) wins in the RPG. I will send a message out to everyone saying we have a winner and put up a last post declaring it and blah, blah, blah...[/size][/font] [u][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]What it Should Be Like:[/size][/font][/u][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3] I'm sure we've all wanted to travel through time at one point or another, and here's your chance to tell what you think it'd be like. Just go to any time period you want and have your character wander through it, trying to find the phosphene king. [u]This is going to be a comical RPG[/u], so the rules on what you can do in your time period are pretty much kaput. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]BUT--------> [u]The Rules:[/u] [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]1) You can go to any time period you wish, future or past and you can make it be however you want, but you must have generalizations. (Ex: If you go to 1776, there are no cars, no steroes etc. But you could perhaps make Thomas Jefferson a complete loon; something the history books didn't quite catch.)[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]2) You can go to as many time periods as you want in one post.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]3) You can [u]not[/u] mess with anything. (Ex: No convincing J.K. Rowling not to write Harry Potter and then stealing the idea- although, yes, that would be fun and rewarding, and no telling Leonardo da Vinci that the Mona Lisa should have blonde hair OR telling your mom that she shouldn't have another child!)[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]4) You may converse with people from other time periods, but going back to rule 3, you can't change anything.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]5) The RPG posts must be well-written (punctuation, spelling, grammer, etc.)[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]6) If you get eaten by a dinosaur, you're definetly dead. No coming back alive.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]And, last but not least, your sign up form! Yay![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Name: [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Age: (preferably between 11 and 15) [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Gender:[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Personality:[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Apperance:[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Bio: [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]And, my sign-up![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][u]Name:[/u] Dolly Cailean[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][u]Age:[/u] 12[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][u]Gender:[/u] Female[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][u]Personality:[/u] Many doctors think that Dolly has a [u]severe[/u] case of ADD or even a brain damage of some sort. She is a really hyper, off-the wall child. Thank goodness she's really lucky or else she'd probably be dead by now. She rarely ever thinks before she acts or the penalties of doing so. She is extremely positive and loves everything happy. She also likes to skip and awful lot and when she laughs, many people come running because they think their dog is dying. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][u]Apperance:[/u] Dolly has blonde hair that she usually wears in pigtails and blue eyes. She's just got an aura that kind of says: "Hey, look at me, I'm about to run into that tree and think it's my grandma." She's doesn't resemble a stick in any way possible (to put it a nice way) and her cheeks are always a rosy colour. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][u]Bio:[/u] Dolly was dropped on her head often as a child, which is probably why she's like how she is today (although, her parents won't tell the doctors that). She lives in a little cottage and is fed cookies by her grandmother everyday. Her grandmother lives with the Cailean family and simply put: Dolly's the only one that likes her and it's only 'cause she's got a really short attention span. She has a pet turtle named Speedy and and a pet poodle named something different every week. The only reason Proffesor Z actually let Dolly go on this trip is because he owes her mother 20 bucks. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Okay, have fun! [/size][/font] [/size]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Yes, I've noticed that change in my behavior, too. I never knew if other people worked the same way, though. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]My huge personality changes concern who I'm with. In classes I have really good friends or a lot of people I like and am comfortable with in, I'm really outgoing and hyper. But in classes where I don't know anyone or there are just too many people I don't like, I'm really quite "self-contained" as a nice way to put it. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I tend to act really nonchalant around people I know, but am not really friends with, but when I'm with my really good friends, I'm just all out there and all me! Yay![/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]At home I'm really different too. I'm really quiet and obeying because I get into trouble too often and I'm just kind of afraid of my mom... I also am up in my room a lot and I get into trouble for that too... [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I'll bet a lot of people change gears when they're in different surroundings too, but I think that's just a human behaviorial thing... Like, you're gonna act different when you're at a carnival to when you're at a funeral. *smiles evily*[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]So... that's my little splurge. Splurge. :p [/size][/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"That party was whack," said Jarsen. "Boring as Preens."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Yeah, I mean- there wasn't even any good music!" [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"What'd you think, Markuu?"[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu looked up from the sidewalk. She had to break the habit of looking down when she walked. It gave off a self-concious air. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"I don't know," she said. "It was okay."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Her two friends looked at her as if she were a Stiff. The three of them were walking home after a party they had just been to. It was dark and the moon shone as just a white sliver in the sky; the stars twinkled and it was a perfect night. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Yeah, so... anyway..." said Sorika. "My mom was reading the paper yesterday and she said the government was going to start killing Shanties along with the Good-for-Nothings. She said we outta on a count that they're just taking more of our food, water, air, and space."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Psh, what was she reading? The National Fake-o? Anyway, why would they want to? Shanties are cool. I know this one chick down by the subway, she can dress you up into anything possible. You name it, you become it. I got business from her once and she turned me into that girl on the toothpaste ad!" [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Eh? I always thought that was a guy..."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu stared straight ahead. Becoming another person would be an interesting experience. Perhaps she could go take a look at that subway. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"We shouldn't kill the Shanties," Markuu plainly stated. "They're bad enough, killing all the Stiffs. It's not like they ever did anything to us."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"True, but don't you think life would be a whole lot better off without them?" Sorika asked.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu shrugged. [i]Not really[/i].[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"I think it'd be a whole lot better off without you," Jarsen laughed. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Ha, ha..." Sorika punched him. Jarsen punched her back. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Stop it, both of you. Okay, we're almost at my street. You guys wanna go off now? I'll be fine."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"You sure, Markuu? It's awfully late out," Sorika said with another punch to Jarsen. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Yeah. See 'ya!" Markuu took off towards her house at a jog. Even down the street, she could still hear Sorika and Jarsen going at eachother. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]She slowed to a swaggering pace when she reached The Alleyway. She had always been afraid of that space. Nothing was in there, far as she knew, but tonight she definetly heard something. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]It sounded as if someone were breathing, pacing back and forth, almost. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]She stopped to listen. Not a very smart choice. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Someone screamed a minute later, but she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Markuu hid behind the nearest tree. A boy then came running out of The Alleyway at a breakneck pace. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Markuu hurried home. She didn't want to think about what was in that alleyway now. [/size][/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I can be mature if I want or need to, like when I'm in a conference room or the office at school or something. But, for the most part- I think I act my age with a tiny bit on the immature side. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]One of my pet peeves is little girls who try to intimidate you because they think they're all grown-up. They definetly get that out of Barbie dolls. Thank God my mother didn't let me have them when I was younger...[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]I also think that older people who are immature for their age are really cool people. They live life in a good way and they appeal more to younger children. If babysitters have that quality, that's really cool. I remember Old Mrs. Winkle... *shudders*[/size][/font]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Kellan paced the dark alleyway, thinking. Thinking about his new plans. He was softly muttering aloud, not even sure himself of what he was saying. Ideas raced about in his head, pushing to be put into action. None of them satisfied Kellan's unique taste, though. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He was breathing rather loudly and, afraid that someone would hear him, he moved farther back into the alley. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]After another minute or so of pondering, he screamed.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"I've got it! I've got it!" He covered his mouth quickly, reminding himself that it was the dead of night. "Yes..." he whispered. "Yes..."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He suddenly broke out into a run. The fastest he'd ever felt his legs go. He had to get to his base. This plan was gold. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He took out a bronze key and jammed it into the keyhole of a metal door. He slipped in and shut the door as quietly as possible. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He turned down the hall and stepped into a huge room, entering the doorway with a threatening smirk on his face. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"It will all happen slowly," he said. "First, I will join office. No one will suspect me because no one's heard of me..." he laughed. "I shall then steal the minds and hearts of all of the government workers. I shall have complete power and tell all the Bounty Hunters and to wipe out everyone. A dictatorship will form, if that's what they'd like to call it; but I... I shall call it-" he paused. "Death to all. After I have my complete rule over this country, I will unleash my Powers. Powers so heavily armed, Powers so cunning and skillful that none shall beat them. They, under my control of course, will then send everyone Elsewhere. My new species will comence. This world will only know me, only love me, and only obey me," he laughed again and sat down at one of the seven control panels that lined the room, casting it into an erie glow.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Each of the control panels showed a different camera shot. Kellan had found out about seven people who somehow knew that he was planning the world's destruction. He had no idea how, but they did and that meant he'd have to keep an eye or two on them.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Kellan looked at them all carefully... Remembering the names, ages, and social groups of the Seven-who-know, as he called them.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]"Jim, a 15-year old Jailbait... Jedgar, a 15-year old Stiff... Van, a 17-year old Preen... Veil, a 16-year old Shanty... Syft, a 14-year old Stiff... Xander, a 28-year old Preen... and Markuu, a 15-year old Jailbait. Looks like I have my work cut out for me. Hm... I suppose Xander's going to be my close buddy for a while, what with him working for the government and all. And those two Stiffs? Ha! I laugh upon their mothers... grimy little things.."[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He swiveled his chair around and met his laptop that was sitting on the desk behind him. He jabbed a few keys, putting the finishing touches on his Powers, then scooped up the laptop and hurried out the door, forgetting to lock it.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He walked down many streets, turning left here, making a right there. He finally arrived at his destination. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]The Government Dome was the only decently kept building around. It's white columns stretched upwards, perfectly white and untouched. Kellan once heard it called "The White House" in an old book he came along a few months ago. But, he wasn't here for a history lesson. He was here to start his magnificent plans.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He walked up the stairs, one by one, savoring each moment, as these were the last few breaths he was going to take as a commoner. Soon, he would be ruler of the world, the dictator of all government, Kellan the Great. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]He slowly opened the door and stepped inside; his face disappeared into the shadows. He couldn't wait until morning. [/size][/font]

[color=#000080][font=Franklin Gothic Medium][color=black][size=3][u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Zeroun Conner[/size] [size=3][u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 56[/size] [size=3][u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male[/size] [size=3][b][u]Race[/u]:[/b] Human[/size] [size=3][b][u]Class[/u]:[/b] Mage[/size][/color][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][color=black][size=3][b][u]Weapon[/u][/b]: A simple, wooden staff used for conducting magical spells. It is knobby and has a bit of a bulge at the top. He uses this for knocking his apprentice on the head when he messes up. [/size] [size=3][b][u]Partner[/u]:[/b] (NPC) A midget apprentice by the name of Errigal. He used to be a tall, handsome man, but soon after working with Zeroun, got caught in mid-spell and [i]poof! [/i]he's short and ugly! He doesn't talk much either...[/size][/color][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][color=black][size=3][b][u]Personality[/u][/b]: Zeroun is the typical mideval wizard. He is kept very busy by his work, but usually can find time for friends in need. He is very helpful and trustworthy, although things can go wrong for him a lot. Actually, all the time; he's extremely clumsy. He keeps entertained by amazing his apprentice and small children with wonderful tricks and what-not. He is a generally serious person, but knows how to have a good time.[/size] [size=3][b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]: As stated, he is a typical mideval wizard, complete with robes and a long beard. He has a slight hunch from leaning over spell books all day, so he appears shorter than he actually is. His hair is different colours all the time and DON'T ASK HIM WHY! You may end up with pink hair yourself in the morning...[/size][/color][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][color=black][size=3][b][u]History[/u][/b]: Zeroun was born with magical powers and he knows it, although he argues that "with a little practice, even the most common of us all can become a mage." He used to work for the king as an entertainer after the jester, but got kicked out when he accidentaly turned the queen into a ferret. He now lives in the neighboring village of another village and works there as a miracle worker/ doctor. He enjoys his work and his little apprentice.[/size][/color][/font] [/color]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Name: [/b]Markuu (A Scandinavian name meaning 'rebellious')[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Age: [/b]15[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Gender: [/b]Female[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Social Group: [/b]Jailbait[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Short Description: [/b]Markuu is 5'4" and pretty lean. She has light, honey-brown hair and deep, but bright blue eyes. Her daily attire usually consits of a loose-fitting cargo pants with a black, cloth belt 'round her waist and a tank top. She also always wears a pair of motorcycle gloves. She wears an armband on her left arm up towards her chest and her shoes are just a pair of regular sneakers. She has necklace that she never takes off for personal reasons; a black choker with a dangling pearl and a few plain bracelets on her left wrist. She keeps her hair up in a wild bun and a few stray hairs usually fall down, framing her face. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Personality: [/b]Markku is pretty set on the whole "I can take care of myself" thing. She's not really a people person, but if you get to know her, her whole good side shines. She's creative and thoughtful, she's very nice and kind, and she can even be pretty funny. A lot of people think of her as stuck up and her few friends always throw jokes at her like: "Go on and join the Preenies." because of that misconception. She's very quiet and doesn't like to talk much. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Deepest Desire: [/b]Markuu's deespest desire is to prove herself more than just a quiet face in the crowd. She wants to become somthing, even though she knows it would be difficult. [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3][b]Bio: [/b](Meh.) Markuu grew up in a normal Jailbait neighborhood, with a good set of parents, and enough money to have anything she [u]needed[/u]. Her opinion on the social groups was always normal and she thought life would always be that way, until she heard someone talking in an alleyway about how a boy named Kellan planned to take over. She knew it had to be stopped.[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Okay, I've got enough people, and you're all in. (I'm not too picky on the whole You-need-to-be-quality-work thing...) I've started the thread in the main forum and I've added another part to the title! Yay! And I don't care if no one likes it; I do! Yay! Um...[/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]All right, so... just do your stuff now! [/size][/font] [font=Franklin Gothic Medium][size=3]Thanks again everyone for signing up![/size][/font]

[font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]I've read many heart-warming stories about houses burning down. I'm so sorry it happened to you. And, since I'm an extremely optomistic person, I'll give you a few upsides.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]1) Look at it as an opportunity for a new space, maybe a new school and new friends (if you're moving out of your district).[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]2) The casual, yet oh-so-cliched: "At least nobody died."[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]3) It could have happened at a worse time, like Christmas.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]4) Ok, that's all I can think of... generally stuff like that really sucks.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]And maybe, if someone in your family didn't like one of the remodelings, you could take that as a "Oh-let's-remember-that-next-time-we-pick-black-and-white-polka-dotted-wallpaper, eh?"[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Although, I have to argue. Black and white polka dotted wallpaper would be pretty cool.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Uh... *looks around nervously*[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Ok, I hope we all made things better and I hope your new home brings you happiness.[/size][/font]

[i][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1][i]A shadowy figure came out of the dark doorway with a threatening smirk on his face. "It will all happen slowly," he said. "First, I will join office. No one will suspect me because no one's heard of me..." he laughed. "I shall then steal the minds and hearts of all of the government workers. I shall have complete power and tell all the Bounty Hunters and to wipe out everyone. A dictatorship will form, if that's what they'd like to call it; but I... I shall call it-" he paused. "Death to all. After I have my complete rule over this country, I will unleash my Powers. Powers so heavily armed, Powers so cunning and skillful that none shall beat them. They, under my control of course, will then send everyone Elsewhere. My new species will comence. This world will only know me, only love me, and only obey me," he laughed again. This time, it was a purely sinister laugh that could have come from none other than this boy.[/i] [/size][/font][/i] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]It is far off in the future. Now, there is no one to run to when you're scared, no one to love, no one to trust. You live, survive, and thrive off yourself. If you don't take care of yourself, no one will. Almost everyone has given up on faith. The Earth has fallen; everyone belongs to a group. These groups are the thing that tore everyone apart in the first place. The different social levels and status's of people drove the human race insane. Now, one boy, by the name of Kellan has a plan. He is going to take over the government of America and completely wipe out the human species to create a new non-divided race. The Powers, as he likes to call them. He created his Powers through a glitch in his technology system. These are what he plans to replace humans with. The Powers are strong, the Powers are intelligent, but most of all, the Powers listen to Kellan, and Kellan only. But for now, they are simply figures stored on his hard drive. Once he takes control of America's government, will he have the special tool for creating 3D images of them. America, the most powerful nation and the only nation, that did not get driven to terrorist attacks, arson, and complete and utter despair, is the only way through to controling the world. Whomever is the leader, gets listened to and then some... America also has the divided groups and it does, indeed get to their heads sometimes. If there ever comes a conflict, they will have no government to turn to after Kellan has taken over. This is exactly his plan.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]The Preens, the Jailbaits, the Shanties, and the Stiffs, are the four groups that have divided the world. [/size][/font] [u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Preens:[/size][/font][/u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1] Preens are very proper. They are the only ones that have kept any of their dignity and the only ones that have stuck together. Preens wear the most proper clothing of the four. Blue jeans, shirts, sweaters, sneakers... The girls often wear heavy eyeliner and mascara as a symbol that they think highly of themselves. Boys will usually have a cross on their wrist. The cross is for nothing religious; religion was done away with long ago, but for male Preens, it is a sign of their high position. They are all very rich and have high technologies. They feel no emotions and never get attached to anyone, although it seemes as if they always have a group of friends around them...[/size][/font] [u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Jailbaits:[/size][/font][/u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1] Jailbaits dress how they want, yet they do have a ceratin style. They care nothing about there hair and many think it gets in the way so much, that they shave it off, even girls. Jailbaits are completely emotionated. It's as if the Preen's emotions added on to theirs, and they have double. They are usually in small groups and get into fights often with other groups. They do what they want, as long as it's in the very few rules the government has set up. Jailbaits have a good amount of money and an average limit on technology. [/size][/font] [u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Shanties:[/size][/font][/u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1] Shanties rarely do anything too bad, like murder, but they do steal for fun. You can often find them loitering in any alleyway. They live in the big cities and spend most of their little money on clothes or jewlery. They usually have a friend or two with them, but many are independent and live by themselves. Shanties have about one or two pieces of technology each. [/size][/font] [u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Stiffs:[/size][/font][/u][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1] Stiffs are the lowest form of the social groups. They live in the heart of the cities and most do not have homes. They live in the alleyways, sleeping in dirt, often giving them the nickname: "Mud-Cakes". Barely any have a surviving amount of money. They often go around naked and steal from fast food restaraunts. They have no technologies and, like many Shanties, are independent of eachother. They have parties all day and get drunk so often, that there are actually people who's job it is to kill them. [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]There is also another group of people, the government. The government consists of Two Houses; the Bounty Hunters and the DSCs. The Bounty Hunters' jobs are to destroy and Stiff communities and to eliminate any independent Stiffs. The DCS stands for Disaster Control Squad and is broken up into four squads; one for each of the social groups.Their job is to keep America from hitting rock bottom with the rest of the world. There is no central government and there are few laws that are respected. Those laws are called the Uncondemnables:[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]1) You many not switch social groups. [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]2) You may not marry or have an affair with someone of another social group. [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]3) If a child is, upon accident or purpose, born of two Unsociables, he or she must be eliminated immediately.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]4) Only a Preen over the age of 16 may join the government.[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Kellan, indeed is a Preen, but he will soon be stopped. A group is forming, a group that will defy the law. Seven out-of-character Socialites (people) are joining together, in secret, to plan the attack on Kellan and stop him for good. Maybe even help the world go up, if possible. These characters are not of the same social group but together, they will get the world out of its divided state. [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]I need about seven people that want to join this RPG to sign up and get together to defeat Kellan. (I will be playing his part.) They will start out seperate and then meet eachother by some accident. You will need to help form a place for them to hide and also help in the development of the anti-Kellan plan and it's actual carrying-out. It may seem impossible, but there is a way. It's almost like a huge and detailed riddle... [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Here is your sign-up form:[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Name: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]You will need a name for yourself. If possible, try to make the name connected to your personality. Ex: Kellan means 'powerful' in Celtic. Babynames.com is a great site to get names like this. If you do, tell what it means. It is not a requirment, though. Last names are also not a requirement, but will be accepted.[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Age: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]The only thing I will not accept is: He is 1326, but looks 10; it's not that far in the future.[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Gender: [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1][b]Social Group[/b]:[/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1] Preen, Jailbait, Shanty, or Stiff. (I know a Stiff is not the most desirable position, but it would be nice if we could have at least one! Just because they're poor, doesn't mean they're stupid, disabled, or mean. And not ALL of them are naked!)[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Short Description: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]What your character looks like, any special marks (if you are a male Preen, say the cross; girl, eyeliner, etc.)[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Personality: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Not all people are perfect. I would like a few glitches in their system. If you are a Preen, include the emotionless state.[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Deepest Desire: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Each character will have a deepest desire; something meaningful to them, but not corny. Near the end of the story, you should have achieved what they wanted, with a few exceptions... [/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Bio: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]I hate doing bio's so this is an optional category.[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Additional Information: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]If there is anything I have left out that you would like to include in your character's profile, be my guest. [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]*This does not have to be the next American novel, but atleast make sure we get a good idea of how your character is set in life.*[/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]This is my sign-up form incase any of you want to know what makes Kellan tick:[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Name: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Kellan[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Age: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Around 17[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Gender: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Male[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Social Group: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Preen[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Short Description: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Kellan is of an average build and is fairly tall. He has shaggy, sandy-blonde hair and brown eyes. He has a black cross about 3 inches in length on his left wrist and normally wears a sweater and baggy jeans. [/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Personality: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Kellan lost his compassion long ago and has no other emontions than pure hate. He can usually achieve what he wants to get done thanks to his unusual taste for power.[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Deepest Desire: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Kellan wants nothing more than complete order and to rule; the main reason for wiping out the world's "pitiful and divided" race of humans.[/size][/font] [b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Additional Information: [/size][/font][/b][font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]Kellan was drove to his powerful stage when his best friend was murdered by a Shanty. He then realized how horrible his divided world was and drove himslef to believe that the only way out of the bottle was to wipe the slate clean. [/size][/font] [font=Comic Sans MS][size=1]- If there's anything else you need to know to get started or would like to ask me about something, feel free to PM me. [/size][/font]

[size=1]Wow. No one's posted in quite a while! What's wrong? Is it just that no one's on... or is it that you don't like the way I ended and can't think of anything... or did we all just forget about it? I'm just concerned, 'cause I've got an idea for the next section if someone wants me just to expand my last post... heh, heh... heh, heh... *gets murdered* Anyway- I've got a new RPG incase anyone's interested. It's still in Recruitment and it's called Golden Powers. Maybe once we're all done with this one, we can go onto mine. See 'ya. [/size]

[size=1]My room is extremely unorganized. Extremely. But I keep my binder really organized. I freak out if there's a paper out of place. My dad is too organized. He really freaks out if I leave the phone upstairs or my books on the table. He gets mad at me and my mom a lot because we're pretty unorganized at home, but at least we're clean! My dad's sink is tres gross! Most of the time, I argue with my dad that I have an organized mess. Like, I'll have a pile of stuff on my desk, but I tell him that if he told me a specific thing to pick out from the desk, I could do it instantly. It's like a mess, but you know where everything is. Sometimes organizations can be really bad. My cousin's room...ugh...you can't DO anything in there! "No, don't take that book out! They were too hard to put in!" or "No! Don't take that from out under the bed! It's a pain in the neck to get right!" and my favorite: "No! Don't play that board game! I have the pieces all nice and rubber banded!" This is when organization goes from the slight thread of 'responsibility' to the other side of 'annoying'. Of course, it's good to be organized like that at certain places. None of which include a bedroom used for entertaining yourself. A couple of these places would be: School and work, maybe. Like Conna said: People usually take care of the stuff that's important to them. Which is wierd 'cause my mom's always losing her credit cards...[/size]

[size=1]Anyone? Well, let's see... There's no specific person I've wanted to be, really. I like myself. But there are things I'd wish I had or ways I wish I could be. They're simply fantasies of course and they're pretty cliched, but... oh well! I wish very often that I could be the most creative person in the world. Like, I wish I could be the one that wrote Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings. That would be nice to have that much recognition. I also wish I was a lot better looking that what I look like, but psh... who cares? It would also be nice to have straight A's, which I could have if I wanted to, but *twitch, twitch* A good singing voice would be good. Basicaly I want to be the cliched "perfect person". Yeah, not many hopes and dreams there.[/size]