Skye

[size=1]When I think about you, I touch myself. Which one of you that is can be left entirely up to your own interpretation. Llama llama duck hello kitty vibrator. Indeed, Watson. Indeed.[/size]

[quote name='Chaos']Everyone, at one point or another, reveres me. It's no big deal, it'll pass in a year or two. ;)[/QUOTE] [size=1]Hmm. I seem to have missed that point.[/size]

[size=1]...And I had to. Why? Because, for once, its something I know about. Yes, it was originally a pagan holiday. Axel more or less nailed it. And thanks, Mike. I do like to think she's irked that the Christians were that arrogant. The whole "bunnies and eggs" thing also has to do with birds that nested in the ground, and got scared away by farmers. The farmers would come back and burrow would be occupied by a rabbit - and the eggs would still be there. =].[/size]

[size=1]Ahh. That makes sense. And apparently my message was too short.[/size]

[size=1]You know, the RP looks like it's going pretty well, albeit slowly. But everyone in here seems a little catty. What gives? So minimal interaction? I probably just skipped over something, but why?[/size]

[size=1]I have sealed my fate as a total OB lover. I have joined the Facebook group. Speaking of, I am saddened. Syk3 did not know me. *is saddenated indeed* I have not seen him here recently, either. I haven't seen a LOT of people even pop on in so long. And why is it that no one is online on IM when I am? Does EVERYONE live in a different time zone than I?[/size]

[size=1]Here, in Georgia, the legal age of consent is 16. If she gave consent to those pictures, she gave consent to him sending them to whoever the hell he felt like it. Now, I don't agree that sending them to your buddies without her permission is okay, and I would likely have taken my own justice on the guy. BUT everyone makes mistakes. This was his, and hers. If she gave permission initially, she's just as much in the wrong. If you think you're old enough to be doing stuff like that anyway, you are old enough to take the consequences. If not, you'll learn. And that's all I am saying, because I do not want this to turn into a hate-fest. =] EDIT: I lied. To me, a sex offender is someone who violates another persons personal space. Although this could be construed many different ways, this usually means a person who [i]forces[/i] someone else to do something sexual when they don't want to. In this regard I agree with Ron White:if you're a sex offender, as far as I'm concerned, you don't have any rights anymore. Sorry. You lost them when you took away the other persons right to say no.[/size]

[size=1]=O You couldn't pass for Nazi if you tried. You're too short, and not nearly blonde enough. ily Korey-sama![/size]

All I wanted to do was run. Run, keep running, and never turn back. But now, more than ever, I needed what little protection he afforded me. Carrie had been murdered. Fucking murdered. She had been so sassy, but underneath I'd known she was sweet. Beautiful, hell yes. And good at what she did, to boot. I saw no shame in her eyes, only bitter resolve as she strove to make her mark on Old Town. Damned if she didn't do what she'd set out to accomplish. The only problem was, her mark was blood. I watched in horror as it lay there on the concrete, eyes wide with terror. Her gorgeous, flame-red hair was matted and burnished dark red with blood. It seemed almost ethereal, that sight. I held my stomach down through pure force of will. Then he looked up. Grey eyes, grey hair, but a look I could never forget - the look of a father in mourning. Mine had held the same look when I left with Andrew, and had never gone back. My heart poured out for him, but I knew that was a mistake. He was a cop. Andrew would never allow me to be taken away, and he would kill me soon as lose me to a cop. I clutched at my bare arms, goosebumps rising on my bare flesh as a chill swept across me not bourn of the wind. I didn't want anything to do with this. I was in enough shit already. But he had seen me. He had seen the look I had given Carrie. He knew he would have to talk to me. I turned and ran. Instead of away, I ran towards the last thing I'd ever wanted and hoped it didn't get me killed.

[size=1]Cyanide & Happiness had better count or I'm breakin' out the flesh-eating goldfish. I am a fan of Questionable Content. =D[/size]

[size=1]I say yes to the map idea; I work better with a visual. Also, I told Korey, but I'm really busy ATM with graduation not far off, but I will find time to post soon (hopefully within the next few days); if anybody wants to incorporate me before then, I have no objections.[/size]

[size=1]Let's put it this way: I remember when I thought that being the only person online was freaking amazing. It never happened. Now, it's an altogether too common occurence. =[ It makes me sad. I like the sound of a big shiny link to OB.[/size]

[quote name='chibi-master']You think [I]you're[/I] sad? (Though I have to admit the car thing is pretty crappy.) I just had [I]two[/I] of my hopes and dreams crushed into a fine powder. You think I'm happy to hear about Stephanie's boobs ballooning "again" while I sit here with a miniscule 34A.:rolleyes: (Yeah, they're that small...:animecry:)[/QUOTE] [size=1]=O They did NOT "balloon", thank you very much. Although I am in a 36D. You do know the number is how big around your ribcage is, right? The letter is how big your actual boobs are. *sticks out tongue* And you're only 14, darling! I'm 18. I started out in an A. You'll grow, don't worry. Unless you come from a family of no-chested women. Then you might be doomed. But don't give up hope! You're adorable anyway. =][/size]

[size=1]O_O Oh my god, if someone hacked us now? I would probably cry, so hard. We would lose so much. If you think about it, OB is such an awesome community; so many of us have been around for so long, and because the member count that remains online and interacts is so much smaller than, say, GaiaOnline's, we have such better relationships with each other. I would hate if we lost that contact because OB went down. I'd only have the people on my contacts... now that I think about it, I'm gonna go add some more people.[/size]

[quote name='Drizzt Do'urden']Don't try to grow up to fast, you're only 14. You might've just wasted a perfectally good wish.[/QUOTE] [size=1]I have to agree. I just grew AGAIN. Don't give up hope!!! xD This is sad... it's my birthday but my mind is coming up blank. Although I agree with Drizzt on the library bit. That would be AWESOME.[/size]

[quote name='Clurr'][font=arial]DO ALL YOUR SHOPPING AT WALMART![/font][/QUOTE] [size=1]Cheap, with no shipping charges. [shakes fist at Amazon.com][/size]

[quote name='Korey'][FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium"][COLOR="Indigo"]Know what I miss? Being a semi-invisible member on here. Why didn't I take the Blue pill?[/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] [size=1][wonders when she missed this bit.] We were partly invisible? The top half or the bottom half?[/size]

[size=1][center][b]Intro:[/b] It's the same old song, the same old tune, The same old fight Finished with 'I hate you' Broken on the inside Faithless and unsure But I have to try I have to bend the rules I tapped my pencil on the desk, grimacing at the chicken scratch on the coffee-stained piece of paper that lay under my hand. My nails glowed almost neon in the half fluorescent, half black light of my apartment. This gig was never going to work, and I knew it. The only problem was was that I'd promised to be there, and once you made Andrew a promise, you didn't go back on it. It was the same way things had been when I'd first met him and fallen in love with his sky-blue eyes. Little did I know they were a trap, an iceburg lurking under crystal clear, devestatingly calm waters. He'd pulled me and sunk me, just like the rest of his little whores. "[b]Hey, lovely lady, whatcha got there?[/b]" Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. I turned with a fake smile on my face, arms open to the man who made my life a living hell. Still, putting up with the petting and oogling from the men downstairs was better than backtalking and earning myself matching wounds. Of course, he never got me badly enough to scar me; he couldn't have his hottest merch to damaged to sell, could he? I was fucked, though. He'd caught me in the middle of my one leisure, and it was a song I knew he'd recognize as internally dedicated to him. He read the paper, ripping out from under my pencil, and then crumpled it. His eyes turned steely and I knew I was in for it. Only he didn't go for the painfully sharp blade in his pocket, even though I knew without looking that it was there. His looked turned devious, and I swallowed. Oh, joy. I wasn't just a dancer for the night. "[b]Trade with Karena, sweets. I've got someone who would love to see you tonight.[/b]" I waited until he'd turned on one heel and left before I went to the door and locked him out. Not that there was a reason. Then I looked in the half of a mirror that remained on my wall, at the whore staring back at me, and I dissolved into tears. Even in the back of my mind, I knew he lurked on the other side of that door, grinning with sick pleasure at my pain. [b]Name:[/b] Stephanie Renault [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Occupation:[/b] Prostitute [b]Appearance:[/b] Stands 5'6" even, with a curvy, belly-dancer build. She's let a little pudge remain around the middle, but most of it has been worked off from years of dance. Her hair is short, curled or straight depending on her client, and streaked violet. Her eyes are hazel, usually adorned in just enough makeup to be attractive but not so much as to be ugly. Wears whatever the hell Andrew decides she's going to wear. [b]Personality:[/b] She is a very touchy-feely girl to begin with, but on the inside she hates who she is and can't stand the thought of being unfaithful. She's always thought of herself as a whore, a horrible person, and despite her attractions to other people, was always undeniably faithful to the ones she loved. How ironic that she really is a prostitute now. [b]Family (if applicable):[/b] None[/size][/center]

[size=1]Every (wo)man for him(her)self? Sounds like fun. ;] [b]Name:[/b] Stephanie Renault [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Role in the Class:[/b] The Theatre Geek [b]Personality:[/b] She has the problem with being someone who loves. She wants them all to survive, but will give herself up in the end if it's between her and someone she cares for. If it's her enemy, she'll take herself. Of course, there will be mounds of guilt afterwards, and she's likely to be unable to cope with life for a long time afterwards. Her main goal will be to find a way to find and defeat the idiots who created the game in the first place. [b]Bit of a Biography:[/b] In her final year of high school, and she's working on her Thespian credits. She's wasted (so she feels) most of her high school career on making Managing Editor in Newspaper and once she made it into a Drama class, she worked her butt off and has realized (again, so she feels) her talent in acting. She loves the stage and the spotlight like nothing in the world. She has her best friend Jon, and close friends Richard and Stephenie, who she routinely goes and practices parkour with. And so she has proclaimed, "[b]I'm a ninja in training![/b]" At the top of her lungs, randomly one day, in the middle of the street. Oh, yeah, she's definately Thespian material. =] This sounds fantastically challenging.[/size]

[size=1]Do you remember the Sexy Six, Jamie? :p I miss old times. And yes, I remember Trevor. How's he been doing, anyway? Neither of you talk to me anymore. *shakes fist threateningly* Members: Muad'Dib Korey Vicky Ezekiel CHW Drix D'Zanth (I still thank you for joining my first ever RPG.) chibi-master Roxie Athena/Annie silpheedpilot Those are the ones I can remember off the top of my head. Personally, I found Gavin's (DW) Bachelor threads greatly amusing. Anyone else remember the 'My Neighbor Totoro' spread? That was forever ago.[/size]

[size=1]I just looked at Events and I realized - I have been here (off and on) for six years. I remember being a total newbie and being banned a few times, having The Harlequin get mad at me for being such a horrible writer, and meeting my best friends (Korey and Jacob). I also remember going through an awkward phase of writing nothing but what must've been porn. For those of you who have been here a while - and those who haven't - what are some of your favorite or least favorite memories of the fabulous OB? What made you stay?[/size]

[quote name='SunfallE'][COLOR="RoyalBlue"][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"][CENTER] [B]Vicky[/B][SIZE="1"] (the one on the truck of course XD)[/SIZE] [IMG]http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/3/3/128805987185118566.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER][/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]This is my favorite. Evar.[/size]

[quote name='Vicky'][size=1] @ Steph: I'm afraid it's no secret now hahaa.[/size][/QUOTE] [size=1]Aww. But it's so much more fun; you can sing that funky song and everything... And I agree. I LOL'd at a few of them mahself. Particularly the gender-confused elf that is Sangome's award and the chat. We're sheeps, yo.[/size]

[size=1]O_O OH NOES! It's the dreaded double post! Merge 'em, quick! And for the record, I'm a Celtic ninja pirate. I win.[/size]

[quote name='Vicky'][size=1]I never get tired of this... I think I won twice now XD! Epic.[/size][/QUOTE] [size=1]I love you, too, Vickster. Ah, well. One day my niftiness will be recognized. One day... until then, I am satisfied to have successfully nominated my lovely secret lesbian lover. >.> You heard nothing.[/size]