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[size=1]Fruit and whipped cream.[/size]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="1234"]Well, I do love her, it's not some kiddy crap. Plus my other best freind, who is like a sister to me, is best freinds with my GF. She's the reason we met in the first place. If I dumbed her I'd get a one way ticket to Hurtsy-balls-ville. Me and her had the same problem last year. We thought we were soemthing we weren't. I thought I was bi she thought she was a lesbian. We have a strong connection through that. Plus, her old father used to beat her mom, and leave my gf feeling like she was to balme, so if I broke up wiht her, she'd probably fall even deeper down that hole. [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Prem, listen to me. Take it from someone who got out of a relationship that escalated from simple jealousy to insane jealousy: love is not enough in this situation. I'm not going to say it's "kiddy stuff" because I know better than to think that - but this is stupid. She's going to seriously hurt you. I mean, I could see her being mad at you if you talked to another girl she doesn't know that well for maybe three hours, but your best guy friend? She has security issues and she's playing off your loyalty to her. She knows you won't go unless she does something really horrible, so she's playing on the borderline, and she's not even sure you'll leave if it gets really bad. Domestic teen violence can go both ways, Prem. After my last relationship, I'm not sure if I want to know if it being reversed (the girl being the bad guy) is worse or not. I'm not telling you to dump her, just watch it, okay? Don't get hurt because you think that it's all better when it's not; if she does it again, dump her. It won't get better. :) And I know you said you "fixed" it - just don't let her do it again, otherwise she'll just play with your head and your heart. It quickly turns into a master-slave relationship - and not a pleasant one! (And don't let her "abusive parents" thing stop you: she could pull herself out of it if she really wanted to. That's just one more way for her to make yo ufeel sorry for her, and that' no basis for a relationship.) Sorry if I seem overly vehement about this, I just don't want to see ANYONE go through the kind of pain I went through because they think love justifies what a person does to them.[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Sidonie Winter Diarmuid [Terpsichore] [b]Mythology:[/b] Terpsichore was one of the nine Greek muses; she was muse of choral song and dance. [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] Sidonie is rather short and dark, skin the color of dark mocha, eyes the color of obsidian marbles ? the pupils are so wide her whites nearly disappear. Her hair contrasts sharply with the rest of this image, being a nearly white shade of blonde with honey colored streaks throughout, which is cut short around her face in an abundance of corkscrew curls. She leaves it loose, although sometimes she?ll add a shiny clip somewhere. She wears a short black skirt, loose, and a gold tank top with rhinestones on the low neckline. She?s rather fond of the Greek-styled sandals, also gold, and wears a black cropped jacket over the shirt. Her ears have four piercings each, two in the lobe, two in the top cartelidge; the bottom holes have huge hoops, and the rest are gold studs. [b]Personality:[/b] Sidonie majored in art, and performs for small bars and such. Her personality is warm, but not overly bubbly, and she has a slight seductive purr to her voice. She attracts men and women alike. She has an affinity for music and is a pretty good dancer ? even if she can?t reach the bar. This is one of my most favorite books ever.[/size]

[size=1]I personally love the day. It makes everyone bubbly and excited, and there's a plethora of red running rampant. :) Had a poetic moment there. I have absolutely no idea what my boyfriend has planned for us. He told me not to be disappointed if I don't get anything at school - which means he has something planned. I just haven't figured it out yet. ^________^ I personally love bringing a bag of Hershey Kisses to school and discreetly leaving them near my friends with little notes attached to them. It's so fun - and for my really good friends it's usually a small box of candy. I'm not sure how much I can afford this year, though, so a handful of Kisses might have to be it. >.

[quote name='Goodbye, Face'][font=arial][size=1]So. Many. Cute. Girls. Here.[/font][/size][/QUOTE] [size=1]Thank you. :P[/size]

[size=1]o_o So many people. @ sothis: I wanna see! Awesome tree, too. And here are some - rather - recent ones of me. :) I'll get more pictures this weekend... I'm dying my hair blood red. *grins* [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j018.jpg]Nyeeeeeh![/url] [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j020.jpg]Me throwing duces[/url] [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j022.jpg]My boyfriends guitar, room, me... haha.[/url] [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j019.jpg]I am in love with this guitar. She's mine.[/url] [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j038.jpg]The dress I got for Christmas... and my rainbow shoes![/url] [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j042.jpg]Closeup! Oh! >.>[/url] [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/j056.jpg]Rawr?[/url] So..um. I ist sexy? xD[/size]

[quote name='Lunox'][font="trebuchet ms"] Georgia= Chick-fil-a and sweet tea. I'm sorry, but southern food beats the hell out of northern... ;)[/font][/QUOTE] [size=1]Amen to that. If someone from Georgia tells you you made good sweet tea, you [i]know[/i] it has to have like, two cups of sugar for every cup of water. xD I grew up on good ol' blue box mac'n'cheese, boiled eggs, and whatever my grandparents made. Every holiday meal includes mashed potatoes, rolls, and some form of sweet potato soufle or broccoli cassarole. Grr, now I'm hungry. I'm used to chitlin bread and crawdads, when I went out with my ex you saw a lot of traditional south dishes. Collard greens, cornbread, gravy and country fried steak. All yum. So most of us are kinda chubby down here. :) We eat well.[/size]

[size=1][b]What is it?[/b] Me [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] One, because no one else is going to do it. Two, because I've been here for a while (since '03 - although not as long as some) and STILL never been Nifty. So I'm due. :P [b]What is it?[/b] Gavin [b]Why is it Nifty?[/b] Because he's awesome.[/size]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="1234"]I know Vlad isn't a vampire dude, it's basic knowledge. But he was the inspiration for Dracula, well at least he was a bit. Yes, he was a dick, and he could have found a better altenrative to his methods, but he was just a cool guy for me to learn about. And if I recall, I think he was a Hungarian ruler if I remember correctly. Anyways, my gf said she went to some Insane Asylum, or some place like that and one of her freinds saw 'god help us' on the walls of a house nearby. at a nearby school, me my gf and two of my other friends went into the Elementary side. This was in late November, early December, and it was COLD! Anyways, shes very keen to spiritual things, and she could tell the place was haunted. Anywasy, I yelled 'if anyone is in there, knock on the door.' Anyways, no one was on or near the door at the time, and no one was in that part of the building, when suddnely me and one of teh girls I was with heard a knock on teh door. And later my gf got pushed down by an unseen force. It was my first encounter, and now I do believe in ghosts, even though I already did, but I had my doubts. Anyways, other than that, I haven't heard much, and I can't rememeber much.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]The insane asylum has nothing to do with ghosts. Or at least, not really. An insane asylum collects energy from its occupants, because they are, after all, insane. I hope she wasn't too sensitive; you can get some really wierd readings at those places, as well as old jails. *shudders* Not a fun thing to experience - I'm [i]never[/i] going near one. I enjoy mythology, and I'm actively studying it because I'm writing a story deeply based in myriads of cultures. I have a few ghost stories of my own, actually. (And there's another version of the railroad tracks one out here, too.) There is a place here in Georgia called Gaither's Plantation. The old plantation has its own cool history, such as being a rather popular place to hide soldiers during the Civil War, but apparently the woman who lived there - Cecelia Gaither - still haunts it. I've been there, and I know for a fact she's still there. My mom went there once, going in cold (a term meaning, having no previous knowledge of the place other than the woman's name) and stood by the window in Celia's bedroom. She started crying and told us "She used to stand here and wait for him to come home." She stood there and stared out the window for a while; this was the one people have seen silhouettes of Cecelia in before, too. Gaither also has an old church that was moved up there, and I hate that place. Let me reiterate; [i]I am bloody terrified.[/i] The last time I was there, I was standing out in the front with my mother, waiting for my boyfriends mom (we were the only sensitives in the group; they'd sent us all up there to get an initial reading of it for the night) and I kept telling my mom in this small voice, "[b]Don't make me go back in there. He's watching me, Mama, please don't make me. I don't wanna go.[/b]" I remember, in the back of my head, I started thinking, [i]Why am I afraid?[/i] I had no reason to be, but I had that cold pit in my stomach and started crying. Michelle told us that there was a man standing at the window; she could get the feel of child molester from him, and that his name was Nathaniel. Well, that freaked me the hell out. I refused to go back up to the church the rest of the night. I'm rather convinced that I was at least standing in the shoes of, if not being possessed by, an eight year old girl. I could describe her perfectly to Michelle and the rest of the team, and the description puzzled me because I've never been one for history. I could tell you what she'd been wearing, her hairstyle...all but her name. And that this Nathaniel guy had touched her at least once. Sorry, rambling. I'm never going back up to that church unless Michelle can assure me that [b]he's[/b] gone.[/size]

o_O She looks like me... with straight teeth. No really. Her eyes are very similar, too. Whoa. And you, as always look cute. Silpheed - aaaaah! *falls over*

Awww, Korey, you're so cute! ^_^ o_o Spider-bites.... *drools* Ahem. Sorry. I'm not allowed to do that. >.> I need to get some pictures of me with my cool new hair. Rawr. So many sexy people, how can I compete?

[size=1]I'm going for minimal procrastination, but gods know how long that's likely to last. Still. I'm lovin' the optimism, DB. I'm along the same path, actually. Insanely happy with how my New Years went, was insanely happy - and I've slept over at my boyfriends house so many times that I think I sleep better with him than alone. Well, I guess that's a given but... it makes me feel better. Which, in turn, makes this year destined to be better. I broke up with the worlds biggest jerk (who I had been dating 2 years) last September, and am now dating one of the sweetest guys I know. Yeah, I guess you could say this year will be better.[/size]

I gave my sister a look, hoping she would shut up before her mouth got us both in trouble. I turned back to the man. "[b]I apologize, sir; but I am only re-registering because when the Guild fell into disrepair, I had to quit and join another to make sure my sister and I had support while her [i]Royal Highness[/i]-[/b]" my lip curled upward in a sneer, "[b]-decided to throw a royal temper tantrum.[/b]" I hoped dearly that my slander on the Queen would not go amiss with him, and I was rewarded. His demeanor lightened - if only a little - and he seemed to analyze me less critically. Then I suddenly remembered him. "[b]Wait - Soren?[/b]" His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then that slightly irritated glare was plastered firmly on his face again. "[b]Yes. Who's asking?[/b]" I grinned. "[b]Esme Lestrange. You remember me, right? How could you possibly forget! 'Too short to wield a sword, but I wouldn't want you to aim a gun at me!'[/b]" I quipped a quote at him from my trainee days - something he himself had said. OOC: No probs, chica. It's whatever you're comfortable with.

Woohoo! I'm so happy. Christmas was a blast. - Matching turqoise cross necklace and hoop earrings - Two hardback Redwall books - Long Patrol and Pearls of Lutra - My "little black dress", w/ matching weave purse and quilted ribbon (nearly)rainbow ballet flats - The skunk Beanie Baby - Carved wooden box with kickass fight ring in it - Onyx w/ diamond accent necklace pendant - Celtic knotwork cresent moon necklace - Amethyst and rose-quartz earrings - These cool water-soluble rainbow ink pencils - Mint & rosemary oil scented sugar cube bath fizz (try saying that five times fast.) - $25 in cash - A huge bag if caramel - Bodycology in Pomegranate - Some headbands - Carrie Underwood CD "Some Hearts" I think there's more, but I don't remember it all. Besides, we're going to my dad's parents house on the 5th for another Christmas celebration, so fun fun. My best present was probably getting to spend Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and the day after with my boyfriend, as well as spending the in-between nights at his house. It was great and made me a very happy girl. Oh, and I got to try Sangria. Which is lovely.

I frowned. I realized then that I?d been doing that a lot lately, but what can a girl do? When life continues to perplex and annoy you, frown. Works everytime. Gives your mouth a workout, too. I gazed up and down the cobblestone streets, wondering why I didn?t just go into the blasted place already. Maybe I didn?t want to be the first one there. Who knows, maybe I wasn?t. With a reluctant sigh and slightly less bounce in my step than earlier in anticipation, I crossed the two-laned street that was mostly foot traffic and stepped up off the cobblestones onto the steps. I looked up, as I so often have to do when looking at things; I am not a very tall woman, but as you might imagine (and you might not) that never has seemed to bother me. The overhang was made shabbily of wood; at one point it may have been prime workmanship, but now it just proved how low and sunken the Guild had become. The pain had been worn clear away by years of storms and stones slung by other Guilds. Now, I believe people are stupid. Humans as a general race are, actually. When you gather people of higher and similar intellect, however, you can form a rather deadly factor. This is what we call the Assassin?s Guild. I?ve always found it ironic that it was located directly across from the largest church in Ramsey, one that was nearly as large as the palace itself. It has a room (if not a separate church) inside for each sect and religious cult you can think of. This tends to frighten people from other countries. I don?t think they understand it. Ramsey is a rather free and open-minded country, and we frown upon nearly nothing. I say nearly. Closed-mindedness and a blatant disregard for others is something we hate. And we express this very strongly to anyone who happens to do so. Steeling myself against my apprehension ? for one must always feel apprehensive when walking into a Guild comprised of the most deadly fighters in a country, even if it [I]is[/I] in disrepair ? I took hold of the gilted handle firmly, and turned. The door opened, and I stopped as a waft of stale air ? the smell of old leather and metal ? hit me in the face. I kept a poker face and stayed silent as my sister tried not to run into me. She was always following me around. Insanely cute, I had to admit, but sometimes you had to wonder whether she was honestly safe or not; her ditziness kind of outruled her sharp intellect. ?[b]Quiet, Emma.[/b]? I stepped inside and up to the desk with the wiry old man behind it. ?[b]I?m here to re-register for the Guild.[/b]?

[size=1]Don't worry about it, I always forget not everyone has been on OB since '03. Heh. Oh, and just so everyone knows, the actual "falling out" is unknown to any of the recruits, but just so YOU all know and are not confused, the founder and main supporter had a rather personal falling out with her and at the time she was only twelve, which kind of...landslided. Engel's internet is nix, so he can jump in whenver he gets the chance to. Also, this will be started sometime tonight, althoug hthat may be 2 in the morning.[/size]

[size=1]>.< When I put the thread up... this isn't for recruitment. I guess I figured everyone would know that. This thread is just to tell you the point of the chapters, and for you to ask questions. I'm sorry, wait for the thread in Theater. I should have been more clear. Sorry! If you have any questions, ask me. I don't want to confuse you further.[/size]

[size=1]And I say unto you: [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0relULkw4QI]Click[/url] Yeah, I know, not "L" but still. Makes a good point, yea?[/size]

[size=1]All right, I realize I am very slow at starting this, but not without reason. Short, I've been sick. But now I am here! Hopefully, even with the holidays approaching, I will have time to keep up with this. [center][b]Chapter One: Recruitment[/b][/center] As I said before: go get recruited. Even if it is unintentional. Who knows, maybe you'll wander that direction and get dragged into something. No, I won't tell you what. That would ruin the surprise. Wander around the city, go shopping, visit your friendly neighborhood cults. Or, directly sign up for our beloved Guild. Maybe help repair the barracks. But somehow involve yourself with the city. I should be posting the starter post soon. I want a majority of players to post at least once before I post again, at which point... the drama will happen and knives are like to fly. Enjoy, ma petites.[/size]

[size=1]Wow. I'm relatively impressed and flattered by the turnout. [b]Accepted[/b] Muad'Dib [b]as[/b] Soren Kemille Che [b]as[/b] Evaline Lilt [b]as[/b] Ema Lerange - what happened to their age difference? It went through the roof! The13thMan [b]as[/b] Kolson Rott Raphael [b]as[/b] Jacques Blight Engel [b]as[/b] Garviel E. Loken [b]dragoonreaper[/b]: I know I said I wouldn't judge by quality, but yours doesn't even cross that line. Besides, I honestly only have so many spots, as there are only so many players I can keep track of. [b]Ushima[/b]: Yours is not a quality control problem - your sign up looks pretty good, although not quite the quality of some of the others. But like I told dragoon, I only have so many things I can do at one time, and I think six is it. I just had to choose the ones I liked best. Thank you for your sign ups, everyone! This should be starting this weekend, although it may take me till sometime next week to get it up. If anyone feels than can submit a sign up that will make me change my limit (and you two, Ushima and dragoon, are not excluded) take a stab at it. Otherwise: [b]sign ups closed![/b][/size]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="77656"] [B]When girls hit me or hit each other[/B] Yes, I'm sorta masochistic. I get pleasure from pain, luckily my gf is the kind of person who likes to give pain. I enjoy getting slapped on the face by girls, and I also like getting punches by them, tugged by them, and pinched bye them. One of my friends pulled my ear and I got a boner once. [spoiler]Plus sometimes I imagine two girls on TV hitting each other than going down on each other. but before they go down I like to see one of them spit on the other.[/spoiler] All in all, I'm a good guy, but I have my turn-ons and I'm not guilty about any of them.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Ah, my fellow masochist. I believe that is the right word, yes? I am much the same, actually. "Bite me, baby, make me bleed." If anyone saw my recent banner/ava set up, theywould get it. I found a cool word for it from a book I read. Lypiphera, which means pain-bearer or someone doomed to forever experience pleasure in pain. That's why my boyfriend keeps his nails sharpened...[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Celia Grave [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Skill Focus:[/b] Has an insane telepathic ability – can intrude even the strongest shielded mind. [b]Primary Weapon:[/b] A set of matched silver [url=http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/358636/2/istockphoto_358636_sais_on_marble.jpg]sais.[/url] [b]Strengths:[/b] A strong resistance to magic, as well as being influenced by “vampire mind tricks” [b]Weaknesses:[/b] Has a sadly strong lustful personality – she’s working on it. [b]Clan Gift: [/b] The Blood Drinker; Celia keeps it very carefully sheathed, however, as the first time she touched it she nearly killed her own brother. The blade’s bloodlust has made an attempt at controlling her more than once, and every time she has nearly given in – which scares her immensely because of her normal resistance to magic. So instead she uses her sai’s, unless it is a life or death situation; then she lets it feed. [b]Personality:[/b] Celia can be rather ditzy, and has numerous “blonde” moments where she just [I]doesn’t get[/I] it. She’s very smart, and can do calculations in her head that would take most people ten minutes and a few pieces of paper – and get it right first time. She just doesn’t have half the sense God gave little green apples. Which is why she generally sticks to the shadows. Also, she has this problem where she lusts after anyone even slightly attractive. [b]Appearance:[/b] Celia is a rather petite woman of about five two, weighing in at 100 lbs. Still, for being short she is pretty voluptuous. Her small, childlike hands are often covered by rough velvet gloves – which are her main protection against the Blood Drinker. Her feet are often clad in soft leather slippers, which allow her to move around quietly but still feel the ground beneath her. Her eyes are large, green orbs set evenly in a heart-shaped face, with a rosebud mouth that is turned out in a perpetual pout. Freckles dust her slightly up-turned nose, as well as generously dusting her slim shoulders. Her hair is rather short and shaggy, in a pixie cut, and is a bright strawberry blonde. She usually wears comfy, flexible clothing – almost everything she owns is skin-tight. [b]Biography:[/b] Celia was about 5 when her mother left. She didn't die, she left. The proposed idea is that the family's nearly obsessive objective to defeat evil was a little more than she could handle; so, supposedly, she disappeared before it drove her mad. Every now and then, she would resurface to spoil her child nearly rotten, but then her father would remedy the situation by drilling her in weapon use until she collapsed. This became rather routine for her. When she became old enough to start needing female guidance, her father thought she would lose her interest in weapons so he tossed her to a metaphorical pack of wolves - the maiden aunts of the family. They fawned over her incessintly, trying to convince her that a woman's place was not out fighting but at home making a living for yourself and your family. Celia, of course, being her father's offspring to the core, scoffed at the idea of a family and was often found climbing trees instead in ripped jeans with holes in the knees. Her life was rather uneventful until a couple years ago, when she resumed training under her father. Being a clan of such dedication, they had been entrusted with the Blood Drinker - and Celia amazed all at being the only one who could hold it without slaughtering those around her. Now she has one rather blood thirsty blade and a proposed "destiny" - and she doesn't much like it.[/size]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR="77656"]So if something like beer is legal, marijuana should be too.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Hmm. I believe - correct me if I am mistaken - that the good ol' US of A made an attempt at country-wide prohibition at one point. It simply made the problem worse, not better.[/size]

[size=1][b]Phobia's[/b] Agraphobia - fear of sexual abuse. I don't know where it came from, but it's there. Anginophobia- Fear of angina, choking or narrowness. I can't wear turtleneck T-shirts or wear choker necklaces for this reason. Sometimes I can't even wear a shirt thatis around my collarbone; my throat begins to close up and I begin to panic. Belonephobia- Fear of pins and needles. My brother had to hold me down for my last shot. Getting married and having kids is going to be a pain in the rear. I start panicing just thinking about it... now I feel like throwing up. Scotophobia - Fear of darkness. Unfortunately, this is true. If I am caught in the dark without a flashlight, my throat closes up and I curl in a ball and whimper until someone remidies the situation. Acrophobia - fear of heights. To put it bluntly, I start to cry. [b]Philia's[/b] Chaetophilia - love of hair. I have a hair fetish; I admit it. OBphilia - I had to do it. :)[/size]

[size=1]Is it too late? >.> I don't play an instrument, at least not well, but I have some basics in piano/keyboard and... I sing. >.< I only have one example up, which is on YouTube, and I am of the opinion that I LOOK retarded. So no bashing me, okay? Gentle let downs are fine just no... "HAHA you suck!" Please?? >.< [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRiR5embwLU]click[/url] I also write lyrics. My boyfriend keeps trying to persuade me to sing them for him... but as of yet they are undefined. If you want I can put some up...?[/size]