Ozymandius Jones

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Orange"]I'm here, Numbers is here. We're just both being attacked by RL stuff that results in Lack Of Time To Post D: But we are here and Numbers says she'll have a post up soon.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][SIZE="1"][quote name='Gavin'][SIZE="1"][CENTER][IMG]http://zeitgeistglee.250free.com/GettingtooOld.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] I really wish people would stop bringing up stuff about that thread... On a side note, yay for being able to use this image twice in one day. ^_^[/SIZE][/QUOTE] I see your image, and I raise you this one! [CENTER] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/sense.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] (I'm sorry. It was Vader. I thought of you. I'll leave now.)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Charles had been around a long time. One of the things he?d learned in that time was never to collect [i]too[/i] much junk ? you never knew when you were going to need to leave, and need to leave in a hurry. Now, it was actually helpful. He just upended the two dresser drawers into a duffle bag, packed up the laptop he?d?borrowed from Ana, and shoved the contents of the refrigerator ? two beers, a six pack of root beer, a bottle of wine, a few packages of lunchmeat and a jar of pickles; the main reason for why they ate out almost every day ? into a cooler. It was almost like going for a picnic ? only without the fun. He piled the duffle and the cooler by the door, balancing the laptop on top of the pile, and sat down, back to the wall, to wait for Ana. To wait?and think. Things were?weird, lately. Bizarre. Dreams and visions and the music being all?.wrong? And then this whole deal with Ana. Charles shook his head, running his hand through his hair, bandages snagging on the loose, ungelled strands. There was something [i]there[/i] that couldn?t be denied; the kid ? man ? was so [i]out[/i] of it that he needed someone to watch out for him, yeah? Needed a father figure to replace the one who?d let himself die where his son would find? In that position, that [i]something[/i] was unwelcome; it felt [i]wrong[/i]. But then, sitting on the bed -Ana?s lanky form wrapped around his back- had felt so very [i]right[/i]. He growled, shaking off the thoughts and standing. [b]?Ana, ?urry it up, mate. I don?t wanna be tryin? t?get to England in the dark.?[/b] Wales to England wasn?t that horrible a trip; no planes or boats necessary, but the roads?the roads weren?t what they used to be. Different priorities, everything ? trains, subways ? were faster now, more reliable?no one bothered with many of the old roads anymore, much less things like streetlights. He had no desire to lose his car ?it was old enough already- to a monster pothole. He padded up the hall to Ana?s room, pausing in the doorway. The young man had taken his [i]warm clothes[/i] statement seriously, judging by the pile of sweaters on his bed. Right now, though, he was standing in front of his mirror, pulling a Llanelli Scarlets jersey over his head. Charles found his eyes wandering down the smooth, pale skin of his back, and noting how stark the contrast between his hair, his black jeans and his skin was. Boy needed a heck-of-a-lot more sun than he was getting right now. Ana turned from the mirror, shaking his hair back and grinning when he saw Charles. [B][COLOR="Black"]?I got warm clothes,?[/COLOR][/B] He waved at the pile, acting as if he hadn?t just caught the older man staring. [B][COLOR="Black"]?We leavin? now??[/COLOR][/B] Charles just nodded, hand clenched around the doorframe. [B]?Yeah. Yeah, we?re leavin?.?[/B] He turned on his heel, shaking his head at himself; heading to take the luggage to the car. This was going to prove interesting. [center]***[/center] Three hours later, they were halfway to London, and everything was going fi?everything was going alri? Alright, who?s fooling who here? Charles was miserable. He shouldn?t have been, mind: the powerful old automobile practically ate up the miles, so the trip wasn?t bad; no one was chasing them, which also wasn?t bad, and the day was clear, so he didn?t have to fight with clouds or rain? And Ana had his head on his leg. That was the problem. It was making driving awkward, as every time he shifted he had to prevent the sleeping Ana from somehow managing to hurt himself, drooling on his pants, moving too far in the wrong direction, or waking up. It was? Yeah, just a tad awkward. It had taken him the first hour -after Ana had fallen asleep in the first place- to unlatch his fingers from the steering wheel. Just the feel of someone touching him had him jumpy, even through the layer of heat-proofed leather. But the strange material was doing its job, anyways. Always a good sign, yeah? ?it didn?t stop the fact that Ana?s head was still practically in his lap. It didn?t change that from being [i]awkward[/i]. Ana made a soft noise, pressing the side of his face to the side of Charles?s leg, eyes squeezed as tight shut as the younger man could manage. Charles took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance down at him ? he only paused a second more before running one gloved-and-bandaged hand over Ana?s hair, soothingly. [B]?Hush, Ana, not that far to go??[/B] He was just glad the only witness was asleep. Why were they going? Dani had never, [i]ever[/i] been a friend. Had even been an enemy at one point or another. So why on [i]earth[/i] he was so hell-bent on getting to the guy, even he wasn?t sure. There was just that deep, nagging feeling - like a splinter worked deep into flesh, invisible but [i]there[/i] ? that this was a Zodiac thing. Which meant Dani would be involved, one way or another. Which meant, in turn, that they?d wind up running into one another one way or?again, another. Which was why they were heading for England. Devil you know, and all that. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][SIZE="1"][quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial]Before I post again, I'd like to know: who exactly is active besides [COLOR="DarkRed"]Andrew[/COLOR] and [COLOR="DarkRed"]Raiha[/COLOR]? Is the [COLOR="DarkRed"]Ozy[/COLOR]-[COLOR="DarkRed"]Numbers[/COLOR] thing still going? Is [COLOR="DarkRed"]Rev[/COLOR] still stuck pulling the load on her end? [/FONT][/QUOTE] *flings midterm papers and other papers and observations and interviews in the air and shrieks* [U][I]NO MORE[/I][/U]. *ahem* By which I mean, I am posting sometime tonight/tomorrow getting the duo more towards where things will be happening from Wales. so. ya. :D I am posting and yes, the Ozy-Numbers thing is still going. Heheheh.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][quote name='jigglyness']It's been 9 days and no update to the worm. Do we skip Ozymandius or do we wait??[/QUOTE] It's only been three days since I got the PM. I'm a-workin' on it. XP Edit: And done. :3 [URL=http://img352.imageshack.us/my.php?image=loudoubleryq0.jpg][IMG]http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/5492/loudoubleryq0.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkGreen"][SIZE="1"][b]Name:[/b] Jennie Smith [b]Age: [/b] 19 [b]Gender: [/b] Femalehttp://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=58718 OtakuBoards - Pokémon: The Great Rebellion [b]Description: [/b] Five feet, one inch tall with short, curly red-orange hair and light grey eyes. Her face is freckled, narrow and makes her look younger than she really is. She’s skinny, and wears green cargo pants and jacket, and a yellow shirt. [b]Faction: [/b] Coalition [b]Commander: [/b] Claire [b]Biography: [/b] Jennie is a private in the coalition forces. She wasn't that into Pokemon as a young child (the youngest of seven). She wanted to be a librarian. Her oldest brother died in a freak accident when she was seventeen, leaving all his Pokemon to his siblings. She wound up, specifically, with the Dratini, and very careful instructions to take it (and any dragon type Pokemon she wound up with out of his collection) to Claire for training. So, she packed up her Pokemon (including the House-Meowth she'd had since she was little) and took them to Claire. She almost wishes she hadn't. Claire knew what she was doing, alright, but Jennie had to keep the Meowth (the only non-dragon she had) hidden for fear of what the Dragon-obsessed Claire would think. She doesn't really like this war; she wishes it had never happened, but she's quite willing to fight now that it has, though she fears her Pokemon might be years behind the others in training. [b]List of Service Pokémon: [/b] 1. Dratini 2. Bagon 3. Swablu 4. Meowth 5. Trapinch 6. Charmeleon [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][quote name='Vicky'][size=1]*Scratches head* Don't know if this problem has already been addressed, but I just posted and it appeared in my screen (actually it loaded a blank page when I posted but when I opened my thread my last post was there) but hasn't shown up now I've searched for new results (think someone's already mentioned this). Also, I edited the first post of the Gifts and Curses thread, and now my first post seems to have disappeared =/ ...I hope it comes back because I don't have another copy @_@[/SIZE][/QUOTE] Everything looks like it's still there, Vic'. But it also says the last time it was edited was the first of January. >> And when you go to the Theater, it shows the last post in Gifts and Curses to be Revelation, but when you go to the thread itself, Vicky's post is after Rev's. 'Tis all verra odd. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Charles was dreaming – Charles was drowning. One of the two. He just wasn’t sure which, exactly, as he struggled to surface. There was water, thick as tar, black as night; it surrounded him, filled his lungs, pressed in on all sides. It was wet, frigid, icy [i]coldcoldcold[/i] on his face, his chest, his feet, forcing its way into his lungs, his stomach, drawing him further towards what might have been the bottom of the ocean– might well have been the sky. He hated water. He’d hated it before he’d been made fire – he hated it all the more now. Conniving, sneaky – liquid when it wished, but as soon as you were too far in to get out it was as hard and strong as rock, and half as forgiving. At least [i]rock[/i] would end it [i]fast[/i]. He twisted in the water, let out a wordless shriek as it closed in – And then, through the roaring in his ears, he heard a voice. He wasn’t sure how, where seconds before he’d only heard his own heart and his own scream in his ears, he’d heard it. But there had definitely been a voice there. He strained towards it, against the water trying so hard to pull him down. Either way – whether water or air, whether life or death – his head broke a surface; he rasped in a breath – And was awake, keyboard keys imprinted on his cheek, the smell of scorching paper beneath his nose. He sat up, hurriedly swatting at the phonebook he’d fallen asleep on – the fruit of his nght of labor glowing on the screen in front of him. Three pages on Dani – not a bleedin’ [i]word[/i] on where he was now. He’d been locked up for everything. Drugs, guns, accidents, assaults – if it could be punished, Dani had apparently done it. And there wasn’t a thing he could do to find the ponce. [B][i]Perfect.[/i][/B] He snarled as his back cracked, standing and shuffling his hand through his hair. [B][i]Bleeding perfect, how and I supposed to find the bleeder…[/i][/B] He was jolted out of his thoughts – they were growing redundant, anyways – by the words that had woken him from the dream, repeated over and over at his door. [B] [COLOR="Black"][i] I found Dani…[/i][/COLOR][/B] Charles crossed the messy room in two steps, unbolting the door and jerking it open. He was looking up at a pale-as-death Anakoni for all of a second before the scarecrow grinned at him, lopsided, sand-covered, smelling of saltwater, and puppy-dog-eyed, and collapsed into the room, narrowly missing the doorjamb as he fell. [B][COLOR="Black"]“Found Dani for ya, Charles,”[/COLOR][/B] He slurred, shivering. One thin-fingered hand reached to clasp his bare foot – cold as [i]ice[/i], cold as the water in his dream. Anakoni closed his hand, almost purring until Charles jerked his foot free. [B]“Oy! What the bloody – what did you [i]do[/i]?!”[/B] Ana flipped over on his back, pouting, and Charles tried to drive away the feeling flickering behind the -[i]paternal![/i], he snarled to himself, frantically – worry in his gut. [COLOR="Black"][B]“Jus’ what I’m supposed tooooo, an’ now I’m cold.”[/B][/COLOR] Charles glared down at him. [B]“I’ll bet you are, y’idiot! You [i]don’t go in the ocean[/i]! We've been [I]through this before[/I]!”[/B] Ana just kept blinking up, silently. It was a long, [i]long[/i] awkward silence. He broke it first, as Charles was turning away, rubbing his eyes. [B] [COLOR="Black"]“Charles?”[/COLOR] “…what?” [COLOR="Black"]“Can I have your foot back?”[/COLOR][/B] [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][SIZE="1"]Will be posting tomorrow night, loves. Got food poisoned and school assignment double whammied, threw off my entire writing groove, but a post is on the way, no fear. :D[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][quote name='onenuttytanuki'][spoiler]Something that has crossed my mind what happened to the other Helicopter, the one that the Lily was on?[/spoiler] Also, I wonder how long till one will be able to get Slusho buttons at say Spencers or Hot Topic. I know Hot Topic has a t-shirt with the movie poster on it. But aside for that I haven't seen any other tie ins for Cloverfield,.[/QUOTE] Some people say [spoiler]It got out. Other people say when Hud, Rob and Beth's chopper crashes, you see another one burning right next to it. I was not paying much attention at the time (*hates helicopter crash scenes with a firey passion*) so I can't say I noticed. I like to think she got out. [/spoiler] As for tie-ins. [url=http://slusho.jp/]Slusho.jp[/url] has tshirts and hats. Also has the fun of being a movie / viral game tie in.

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"]I can has spot 22 plz? =D[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][SIZE="1"][quote name='Dagger']Ended up going today, and It. Was. AWESOME. It's been ages since I saw a movie in a theater where other people were so engaged--there was a lot of screaming and talking and nervous laughter, and it actually kind of added to the experience. I'm so going to drag all my friends to this when we get back to school. More than anything else (and James hints at this under his spoiler tags), it's very much a post 9/11 monster movie. I really bought into it; I really believed that "[I]this[/I] is what would happen if..." ~Dagger~[/QUOTE] It's been said that this is a "Monster movie for the youtube generation." Because, well, that's what we are, yeah? Something happens, we want [i]proof[/i]. We want to show it to everyone. The camera phones at the statue part made me laugh, because of how realistic it was. I also thought the timing they had was awesome, with the whole party. I was startled by the first explosion, because I was listening to this party which was going on and yet about to fall apart. I just got back from watching this an hour ago, and yes, yes I am a huge J.J. fan. Lost addict and all that - Darwin sounded a hun of a lot like Smokey, no? - but the viral campaign for this! It was freakin' huge, and looks like it'll be sticking around for a while. I love viral advertising campaigns.

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][quote name='Desbreko'][color=#4B0082]Little problem on this one. Your colors don't match up with the previous piece, Ozy.[/color][/QUOTE] ...that's odd, they matched on my computer, my laptop and my sister's laptop, 'cuz I double-triple-quadruple checked. I must've screwed something up...somewhere. Somehow. o_O. Sorry about that, guys, I'll get it fixed when I'm home from classes. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][SIZE="1"]ONOES. OZY'S GOT A THEME THIS TIME AROUND. [URL=http://img229.imageshack.us/my.php?image=prettymenstrikeagainna7.jpg][IMG]http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/9705/prettymenstrikeagainna7.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] *cough* NEXT~[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Orange"][quote name='jigglyness']I CALL AFTER 08DB!! :D[/QUOTE] I would like next after, please and thanks! [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]?Offed himself, didn?t he?? [/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]Charles sat on his heels and watched as Anakoni leaned on the door jam, clinging to the wood with a death grip. He looked as if the wall was the only thing keeping him up, knuckles pale ? face paler. [/COLOR] [B] ?Right in this house. Down the hall, even. Imagine!? [/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"] Charles winced at the crack in his voice, thinking. There was one room in the house that Ana had locked the door to, and kept locked, a small bathroom next to the stairs up. He?d never told why - and Charles, again, had never asked. There were too many things he?d never asked.[/COLOR] [B] ?S?why I don?t let you use that bathroom. I don?t either. Too much.? [/B][COLOR="DarkRed"]Ana finally looked at him; his face was set, still. Wane.[/COLOR] [B]?Think he has a ghost, like? Wouldn?t look too bad?Just?lifelike, almost. He let himself drown, right? Found him. Went in there the mornin? after my screw up a ? ? [/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]What screwup? He resolved not to leave that one unasked for long, but didn?t interrupt, absently re-casing his CDs. [/COLOR] [B]?Went in there ?cause I needed t? shave an??there he was!? [/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]Charles winced. He?d seen death more times than he could count, but he?d never seen the father he?d never had dead. Never seen Carlos, though he?d died of lung cancer fifteen years ago now. He?d gone to his funeral, but never ventured close to the casket. He?d only been eighty. [I]Only.[/I] Anakoni continued. He was talking, oddly clinical and detached. [/COLOR] [B]?Dead. And me gettin? to see things since the night before when he must have done it. Has me wondering, now. It does, it does? Like?? [/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]Charles met Anakoni?s eyes as he frowned, tilting his head. The motion sent his hair into his eyes again ? had he been closer, Charles would?ve brushed it back on reflex. He wasn?t close enough, though he came closer, placing his hand on Charles? arm[/COLOR] [B]?Does me seein? things and m? Papa?s death have anything to do with why you?re so hot no matter the temperature, and this?woman I?ve been seeing with snakes, and a man who feels like ink?? [/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]Charles recoiled from the touch; half reflex, half from how cool Ana?s fingers were on his wrist. [B]?Get out of my head, Ana.?[/B] It wasn?t said mean; it was just said. [B]?The stuff in there ain?t fit to show up on your ice.?[/B] [I]Hot night, stale smoke, concrete grinding into his ribs?[/I] He shook off the thought, shoving the last CD back in its case with more force than was necessary. [B]?But yes.?[/B] He handed a stack of the CDs to Anakoni, who started dropping them into the box where they belonged. [B]?Juliet??[/B] He slammed the lid on the box, sneering. [B]?And Dani.?[/B] He hadn?t thought about the others in years. Why should he? They?d not been anyone of importance to him - other obstacles, other problems where he?d been forced into things against his will. First the girl, then Quan? If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was being a puppet, having to jump when the strings were pulled. [B]?Juliet was on the creepy side.? [/B]He shook his head, bending to pick up the box. [B]?I never figured out what she did, but?the dark?it was something with the dark. And ?er snakes. And?? [/B]He shook his head again, as if to rid him of the though. [B]?Yeah. But she?s nothin? compared to Dani. I mean, powers-wise, she was as strong??[/B] He frowned, pausing. [B]??we all seemed to be equal in that regard. Maybe that?s why none of us could get along, actually?? [/B]He trailed off. Ana knelt in the silence for a moment before making an impatient noise in the back of his throat, snapping Charles out of his thoughts. [B]?Dani?s trouble.? [/B]And he was back on track.[B] ?He?s?not safe. Someone made us work together for a while,?[/B] [I]holding my worst enemy over my head like an executioner?s axe,[/I] [B]?Ended up killin? someone, burnin? down a buildin??all sorts of stuff that I really didn? wanna do.?[/B] He shrugged. [B]?Water under the bridge, now.?[/B] He shoved the box into the closet with a sigh. [B]?Long past, nothin? t?worry about now.?[/B] Why did he feel so very much like he was lying? [B]?Think ?bout other things, yeah? An old man?s past ain?t fit for nightmares.? [/B] He faked a yawn, ignoring the dark-eyed, accusing gaze. [B]?I gotta work on tryin? to figure out what?s goin? on with my music., an? got a meetin? in the mornin?,? [/B]The first was true, the second was a lie. [B]?Gonna work on that, then try an? get some sleep.? [/B]He patted Ana?s shoulder. [B]?Make sure y?eat somethin?, don?t feel like haulin? your sorry behind to the doctor. A?ight??[/B] Ana muttered something in his wake, but he kept up the pretense of being tired until he was safe behind the closed door of his room. Then, he grabbed a phone book from a stack piled a good yard high on his desk, booted up his ancient, cranky computer, and began to work. [B]?Al?ight, mister Daniel Anderson??[/B] His fingers flew over the keys. [B]?Let?s see what y?been up to these last fifty years.?[/B][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][quote name='Jeremiah']It took ages to get the thing looking the way I wanted it to. The preceeding image wasn't too hard to follow and I hope mine isn't. Despite the busy-ness of the center, I've kept the very edge rather simple.[/QUOTE] The edge was pretty much lovely, dear. here's mine! This thread needed more Adrien Brody. So here I am, [I]supplying[/I] more Adrien Brody. FUNNY HOW THESE THINGS WORK OUT. [CENTER][URL=http://img229.imageshack.us/my.php?image=obworm1do5.jpg][IMG]http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/7825/obworm1do5.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL][/CENTER][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]First thing Charles noticed was Anakoni stomping on the porch. [I]Ah, no, not again,[/i] passed through his mind; but he was too busy tearing past to really pay attention, digging keys from his pocket, grabbing Anakoni's arm and dragging him into the house, kicking the door shut when it tried to stick open behind them. "Ana, listen; you, you, your dad, y'never mentioned him to me." Ana didn't really resist when Charles shoved him towards the couch in his charge for the closet where he'd kept his CDs, hands shaking from twin realizations, mind running through both at an insane speed. He grabbed the box that held them, dragged it out and dumped them on the floor. "He, ah, dark hair, dark eyes, did crazy things 'round water?" Ana flinched at the word "water" alone, and Charles ground his teeth on his next question, digging through the pile of CDs, sorting out those that struck his eye at random; Billy Idol, Blondie, Ramones, Talking Heads, Sex Pistols, The Clash... Everything was digital these days - he didn't really even have anything to play these in other than the ancient six-in-one player collecting dust in the corner - but he'd kept the discs for old times sake; an answer to the generation before him and their rabid protection of their LPs. "Moses." The name came to him when he grabbed the Clash disc, shoving it into the player roughly. "Moses....some name I can't even begin t'pronounce...." Ana had never mentioned his father. He'd just shown up, silent, neurotic, erratic and lost, on Charles' doorstep, without so much as a how-do-you-do; no explanation, no ID, just...[I]there[/I], and there to stay. Ana still hadn't answered when Charles turned up the volume, scanned to [i]Rudie Can't Fail[/i]... And sat back on his heels, feeling that tiny little crack in his reality that had set in at the pub widen enough to swallow his world. Joe Strummer was singing [I]swing[/I]. The words? Yeah, sure, the words were the same - [i]"We reply, wow we get a-rude and a-reckless, we been seen lookin' cool an' a-speckless, we been drinking brew for breakfast - so Rudie can't fail..."[/i] But the style was changed - he could've seen Frank Sinatra singing it. [I]Sinatra...[/I] On impulse, he dug out one of the CDs one of his friends - one of the group long, long gone - had burned, ejecting the not-right Clash and sticking the new one it, cycling through until he found the Sinatra stuck on as a prank. The speakers, subsequently, blared out a wall of noise with barely distinguishable vocals through the aggressive snarl of the guitar.[I] "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on a-Jupiter and Mars..."[/I] he had to turn it off. It was just too [I]not right[/I]. He went through all the CDs in rapid succession. Sex Pistols? Reggae. Talking Heads? County. Blondie was Jazz, just as the Debbie Harry at the bar had implied. The Idol CD played nothing but static, spitting and fizzling before the player flashed "error" and ejected the disc. Charles just sat there and stared at the discs, finishing his questioning without looking at Ana, mind still trying to figure out the music. "He was your da', yea? What...what happened to him?" [I]And is this related to that?[/I][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"][quote name='Revelation'][size=1][color=#8B008B]Now where did Ozy go anyways? And Numbers too! Where'd he run off to? And as for Ikillion, I've put some sense into him so he may be posting shortly...if he knows what's good for him.[/size][/color][/QUOTE] Ozy was being killed by "AHHH SCHOOL STARTS IN ONE WEEK AND I DON'T HAVE MY CLEARANCES or PHYSICAL or SHOTS or FINGERPRINTING or BOOKS or AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Basically! But I should be back now, yes yes. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkOrange"]I would like the spot after Keyblade~[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]It seemed like yesterday that they had been in Hawaii in the humidity and the rain, Charles reflected, sitting on a stool in a pub somewhere on the coast of Wales. It had to have been two or three weeks now, but time seemed to change lately, everything seeming to merge together, and time was passing far too quickly. They’d left because the rain was getting to Ana, making his head hurt, sending him into strange fits of insanity at inconvenient times, like – for instance – the most recent; back in Hawaii, where he’d had to come to the younger man’s job and talk him out of the back freezers for his boss… Anakoni hadn’t been [i]fired[/i], per say, but his boss had implied that perhaps he should find a job somewhere [i]else[/i], somewhere [i]not here[/i]. Ana had, apparently, agreed. Charles felt his lip curl. How had everything in his life turned to revolve around the crazy bastard? He’d never been a protector – wasn’t planning on becoming one, ever – but the young man brought out the alien, warmer instincts from his soul. He wasn't used to it. He took a gulp of his mug of beer, staring out the window. [i]Wales. Why Wales? [/i] The sultry, old-fashioned jazz voice of Debbie Harry purred through the pub, teasing his ears behind the typical noisy babble of the other patrons. Something seemed off, today. There seemed to be a tension in the air, one he hadn’t felt in a very long time, but no one seemed to notice it other than him. He sighed, setting his mug down and looked at the steak on his plate. He wasn’t that hungry, and everything was [i]wrong[/i]; why didn’t anyone else see it? He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked at the knife and fork, and strapped his gloves back on. No use melting through the silverware, yea? He had just picked up his knife when something seemed to flash in the corner of his vision, events that he hadn’t thought of in years coming back to mind; the sinister man who had him wrapped around his finger, Dani and his soulless eyes; Juliet and her snakes… And the little girl he’d…they’d… Charles growled, ignoring the strange look from the fellow down the bar from him, picked up his fork from where he dropped it, and began sawing into the steak, viscously. The knife had made him think; he still had the knife Quan had given him, but he hadn’t thought of those events in [i]years[/i]. he didn’t want to think about back then. [i]Ever[/i]. Being [i]used[/i] like that, having to work with – [i]live[/i] with – Dani; the jail trips, the killing… He was halfway through the steak when something clicked in his head. One of those in the jail, fifty years ago…there had been a young man – more a boy - that Dani had tried to manipulate into getting the keys; he’d shown up more than once in the events that followed…he’d been a quiet kid, but he had the same confused, dark eyes…the same strange, lost-puppy look as Ana when the younger woke up from his nightmares… Charles didn’t finish. He paid and left, making it back to the old, dilapidated house they shared before his mind finally processed when had seemed so wrong in the bar. [i]Since when has Debbie Harry been jazz?[/i][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][FONT="Century Gothic"][B][COLOR="DarkRed"]Leo:[/COLOR] [/B]A leader, rebellious [COLOR="DarkRed"][b]Age[/b][/COLOR] 73 [B][COLOR="DarkRed"]Gift:[/COLOR][/B] The gift of warmth. He can generate heat in the coldest of circumstances - whether the warmth be physical or mental. Needless to say, he rarely ever uses the non-physical aspects of his power. He's selfish like that. [B][COLOR="DarkRed"]Curse: [/COLOR][/B] His blood is fire. Literally. It shouldn't be possible - yet it is. Prolonged contact with his bare skin will cause first-and-second degree burns; touching his blood is somewhat akin to sticking your hand in the heart of a fire. [CENTER]----[/CENTER] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/DZ003723.jpg"][B]Charles de Fontaine[/B][/URL] sat in the rain, ignoring the way the chilly water steamed and hissed off his bare hands and feet. He was too busy watching other things - the gray ocean in the distance, the clouds rolling on the horizon... ...the younger man jumping from puddle to puddle in the driveway, turning larger pools of water into smaller ones with every splash. [I]Somethin' ain't right with that boy.[/I] He thought, same as he'd thought many many times lately. Granted...he'd never [I]asked[/I] the young man how he'd found him. Or how his powers had awakened. And he knew for himself how traumatizing that could be. It had taken brutality, pain and almost death to bring [I]his[/I] to the surface - who knew what had made this guy's? maybe the strain had been too much? He shrugged to himself, and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, unwrapping his hand. The wounds there never really healed. He always had scrapes and cuts...it was strange, really - everything looked the same, smelled the same, [I]tasted[/I] the same as it had...before everything had gone to hell, but... He pressed the tip of the cigarette to one of the cuts, grinning when the end flared to life. [I]There we go. [/I] He exhaled a stream of white smoke, still watching the young man. It had been a long, long [i]long[/i] time since he'd been that young. Even longer since he [i]acted[/i] that young. How had he reached this age? Why did he still feel twenty-three? [i]Not that I'm complaining.[/i] He thought, shaking his head, watching the water fly. He just sat there until he was soaked through, so saturated that it wouldn't - couldn't - evaporate fast enough. It took to that point for him to stand, his hair falling out of its constant spikes to drip down his face. "Ana, c'mon, y'been out here enough, yea?" Anakoni didn't listen. But then again...he rarely did.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[COLOR="Orange"]Mid-break threadbump! [URL="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CbY_dWObLho"]Season Four Trailer[/URL] Curse you, WGA, and your cutting of Season Four in half! But still. I can't believe we [I]still have to wait[/I] so long. It's been really really hard avoiding all the spoiler sites, but I've been good. For once. Let the speculations begin...[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Sienna"][SIZE="1"]?Excuse me sir, I?m looking for a Mr. Washington Williams??? "Oh?" Jonah - the owner - turned to look at the woman who had just entered, crossing his arms. She looked respectable enough, so he jerked his head at the back room. "Wash's in the back." He turned back to his display. "Came in 'bout twenty minutes ago, looked like he'd seen a ghost..." The display looked alright, so he shoved his hands in his apron pocket and headed off towards the back, only checking once to make sure the woman was following him. "If you're, like, a bill collector or somethin' I didn't show you where he was, yea?" He waited for her to nod before her pushed the door open, Wash sat in the corner on the floor, legs crossed, hands clenched around his coffee mug. His fingers were twitching. He blinked up at Jonah, looking back at the woman. "Who's she?" Jonah shrugged. "She's lookin' for you." Washington backed further into the corner, blinking. "Did you hurt the dog?" The woman looked at Jonah. Jonah just shrugged, shaking his head. "No?" Washington eyed her again, before finally standing to sweep an armload of magazines and newspapers off one of the two chairs. "Uh." He sat on the other, dropping the mixed papers onto the floor. "Have a seat." He fidgeted with his coffee cup. "What can I do for you, miss...?"[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Sienna"][[COLOR="Sienna"][COLOR="DarkOrange"]Sorry for the late post, guys, but better late than never, yea?[/COLOR][/COLOR]] Washington Williams - known hereafter as Wash - skidded his old ten-speed around a corner, narrowly avoiding a small flock of pigeons that had taken up residence on the sidewalk. They fluttered to the sides, and he gently thought an impression of flapping [I]back[/I] down. He turned the next corner with the image - both mental and physical - of the flock resettling to coo to one another in annoyance. But that was good, really - he just didn't want them getting hit. He could smell the bread in the basket behind his seat - fresh baked garlic bread, probably for someone's lunch - and it only reminded him that he'd forgotten to eat yet this morning. He shrugged to himself, making a mental note to stop for donuts on the way back. People waved to him every now and then, people with regular schedules, just like him; people he was used to seeing at a certain time and, well, vice versa. It was nice, the feeling that people knew him, that people knew of him, that- [i]No bad no bad no badbadbadbadbad....[/i] The wave of thought pierced his brain like a knife through butter, and he squawked, his front wheel slamming into the back of a parked taxi, flipping him up over the handle bars to land on the curb in an ungainly heap. He struggled to his knees, trying to shake off a wave of pain and fear that wasnt his own. Something was scaring a...well....[i]something[/i] nearby; the repetition and relative intelligence seemed to indicate "dog," but Wash couldn't see any dog, though the whine continued to the point where he couldn't hear his own thoughts. He managed to reclaim his bike, but the bread was a lost cause, out of its wrapper and two lanes of traffic away. Not that he was worried about his delivery for once. That 'voice' had spooked him bad enough that he just wanted to get out of the area; he could explain about the bread later. He righted the bike, still shaking, and threw his leg over it, pushing off from the curb and weaving unsteadily, hands convulsing on the handlebars. Animals were good judges of character. Anyone that had an animal that frightened was no-one Wash wanted to meet. He'd only made it a quarter-block, still fighting off the instinctive [i]bad bad bad[/i] when there came a strange sound - almost a snap - and the mental whining stopped. Abruptly. He almost ran into a telephone pole at the sudden silence, gripping the handlebars tighter and screaming around the corner, making like a bat-out-of-hell for the bakery. He was going to lock himself in the back office with a cup of coffee - or ten - and never come out again.[/COLOR][/SIZE]