Skye

[size=1][color=blue]O_o Shy wins or loses by 1,000,000,000,000 points simply for the fact that the pixie he's holding is flashing me. I don't know which one it is yet because I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. :animeknow [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=blue]o_O I've been watching a great deal of Sailor Moon in Japanese with English subtitles lately, so that'll probably end up in there somewhere... as will anything I watch. If she takes on a Gilmore-Girl kind of attitude, don't be surprised. I love that effing show. My character is very multiple-personality-disorder-esque. (BTW, there's more than one kind of schizo, so if I refer to it and it doesn't make sense, ask me.) ^_^; I really should go to bed now, seeing as it's 2:39 am... but I really don't feel like it. I'm still watching Sailor Moon...[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=blue]With a groan, Dusty shouldered her duffle bag and pulled the rolling suitcase up the bus steps behind her. Looking for an unoccupied space, she slid the suitcase under her seat and dropped the duffle bag into the empty one beside her. Her mom waved happily from the bus stop bench as the bus drove off. As the bus drove off, Dusty could hear her mother?s parting words in her head. [I]If they?re anything like they were, you will be right at home.[/I] Falling asleep with her head against the bus window, one hand clenched tightly on the duffle bag and her foot hooked around the handle of her suitcase, Dusty wished she could?ve just gone to camp like everyone else. Upon the bus?s arrival to Esper Hall, Dusty was shaken awake by the person in front of her. She grabbed her things and followed everyone off the bus. She stared in awe at the front of the building, built in the classic Roman style. Before she could stop the thought, she heard another one of the kids think, [I]This place must have one heck of a library![/I] Dusty looked around but coulnd?t pinpoint who it had come from, so started up the steps. Despite sleeping on the bus, Dusty was exhausted. She?d been up since the day before helping her mother landscape, and then afterwards had to baby-sit a pair of devil toddlers before getting sent home to pack. She hadn?t slept in 20 hours and the ride to the hall hadn?t been enough. Absent-mindedly she followed her guide to her room and closed the door behind her. The room was cozy, and just right. Her room at home had been way too big for her stuff, and it made her nervous to have so many corners for dust and spiders to collect. Dumping her stuff and stacking it all rather neatly by her bed, she grabbed some random PJs and headed for the shower. About the time she started feeling like she was going to sleep standing up, she toweled off and crawled into bed. Dusty didn?t remember actually falling asleep, but the next thing she knew her internal alarm was going off and with a groan she rolled out of bed. Literally. Hitting her head on the nighttable, she landed on her clothes and lay sprawled on the floor for a few minutes before dragging herself to her feet. Her first thought was [I]Coffee?[/I] After that she glanced down at her clothes and then sighed. ?[b]I guess I have to get dressed first.[/b]? Throwing on a pair of bike shorts, a loose red shirt, and flip flops, Dusty managed to get her hair decent looking before going in search of something to satisfy her rumbling stomach. OOC: Her wardrobe pretty much consists of bike shorts, boys clothes, anything comfy. She?s wearing a variation of what?s attached to my sign up. :)[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=blue]Mine happen to be with a good camera, but still? priceless moments. Most (if not all) of these are people I know and places I visit often. The first picture is when I managed to dart outside and catch my brother BEFORE he took the pink feather boa off. ^_^ It was great. Oh, and that's my dad making the bunny ears. [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Family/may18042.jpg]Boa[/url] This next one is a picture- a crappy one at that ? of a cool pumpkin carving from this past Halloween. All the lights off except the candle from the pumpkin. [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Misc/pumpkin.jpg]Pumpkin[/url] This is from a wedding I went to. The entire time the bartender was handing out drinks she had this really solemn look on her face, so I had to take this picture when someone finally got her to smile. I like to lurk. [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Misc/drinks.jpg]Drinks[/url] This is me taking a picture of the ?official? photographer for that wedding. I?ve always wanted to do that kind of shoot. [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Friends/merle.jpg]Camera[/url] And last, but not least, at least for now, is a picture of the wedding cake. Well, one of them. The other one had dolphins. I?d just never seen one with penguins before, so? heh. [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Misc/penguincake.jpg]Penguin[/url] Hope this is what you meant, Retri.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=blue]Mehe. My smexiness pwns all of you. Except maybe KW. She's gorgeous. >:-) I should stop playing on the computer: [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/moi02.jpg]Teehee[/url] Me a couple weeks ago: [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/me.jpg]Teh Beast[/url] Also a couple weeks ago: [url=http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa82/brierlotus91/Me/sept25189.jpg]Simple Profile[/url] Nah, you guys are wonderful. 'Specially Raiha. She's drop-dead gorgeous. I envy you beautiful people.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=blue]Maybe someone'll reply to this one cause I have a picture... I need a banner and avi set, using the picture attached. You can use any part of the picture, so long as it includes the rose petals. Leave the coloring as is unless you can think of something better. I'd like it to say somewhere (doesn't matter where) "A different kind of beautiful" and "Caoimhe". The avatar doesn't need to have text. Otherwise, do what you will and be creative. Please and thank you![/size][/color]

[color=blue][size=1]Ronald: [b]I'm serfectly pober, occifer. Honest. *hic*[/b] Officer 1: [b]*into radio* We have apprehended suspect. *to partner* What crazy sicko dresses up like a fast-food mascot and runs around in the middle of nowhere?[/b] Officer 2: [b]I dunno, but the sooner I get away from him the better. He stinks and I think he **** his pants.[/b][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=purple][b]Middle Cat:[/b] Kitty to the top of me, Kitty to the bottom, here I am, I stuck in the middle with - another kitty. No, wait, that's me. Dangit.[/size][/color]

[color=purple][b]Name:[/b] Dustin Aimee Johnson – called Dusky [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] See attachment [b]Biography:[/b] Dusky is the middle child in a family of six, and the only girl. As such, she was expected to do a whole lot more than her friend Amelia in her family with three sisters. With two older brothers and one younger, it was no wonder her parents gave her a boys name. Her dad wouldn’t have it otherwise. Still, she loves them. Having three brothers turned Dusky into somewhat of a tomboy, and this disappointed her mother. Dusky lived a relatively normal life, especially for a budding esper. Her powers started to show at a young age, and as her whole family had a sort of mental link no one thought anything of it. Her telekenisis had never been much use so she never used it. However, one year she did tap a new power: pyrokenisis. It caused a big fire that everyone said was really just an accident, a spark from the bonfire that went awry, but Dusky knew better. Staring into the fire, wathcing the flames dance back and forth, she had wondered what would happen if she could just [i]push[/i] it to be a little hotter, a little bigger and it snapped. Since then – and the death of her cousin Miles – Dusky has refused to use it, and sometimes even refuses to acknowledge that she has powers because of it. Still, here she is. [b]Powers:[/b] Telepathy (tapped), telekenisis (untrained), and pyrokenisis/firestarting (suppressed) [b]Affinity:[/b] Bisexual but refuses to admit to it. [b]Other facts:[/b] Dusky’s favorite color is red, hates having long hair, and has a soft spot for young children that doesn’t show beneath a solid exterior. She has a habit of talking to inanimate objects. I hope this is okay. Tell me if I need to change anything. [b]EDIT:[/b] All better.[/color]

[size=1]I hope I'm not too late! [b]Name:[/b] Aja (ay-sha) Lumni [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] Stands about four eleven, kinda lanky with short, shaggy blonde hair with hot pink streaks. Her eyes are a bright blue, and has a perpetual smile on her face. Short pink skirt, black tanktop with a pink short jacket (one of those that is buttoned at the collarbone and only comes to right below her chest), as well as black ankle boots and knee-high pink socks. [b]Personality:[/b] Aja is very positive and compassionate. She has a love for Pokemon that goes as deeply as her love for her family. When her mother started a Pokemon clinic in Pallet, Aja was the first to volunteer. Aja is a tad niave, and has absolutely no temper. She is very lovable, but a brilliant person. [b]History:[/b] Aja was born in Goldenrod, and grew up around the big city. She and her mother moved to Pallet when she was 9, and that is where they have lived. Aja is a mechanic freak. She?s been on Virtual almost as long as it?s been around. She can fix almost anything. She?s never had a Pokemon but has helped people she knows take care of theirs. Her love of Pokemon came from her mother, Mimi, who got her first Pokemon as her 16th birthday present. It was a Teddiursa. Aja is looking forward to getting her first Pokemon as her 16th birthday has just rolled around, and is following tradition in her family. [b]Starter:[/b] [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/it/9/9e/309_Electrike.png]Electrike[/url][/size]

[size=1][color=gray]Recorded conversation, after the accident, between pilot-to-be and his mother. Pilot: [b]I didn't mean to...[/b] Mother: [b]That's why they didn't say 'bring your own plane.'[/b][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=gray]Hewwo, I was wondering if anyone would mind making me a banner and avatar? I would greatly appreciate it. If the picture would have Setsuna or the demon girl from AS on it (maybe a sad piccy?) or both, sort of gray and monotonish, or as if looking through a gray rain? Doesn't have to be big. And please have the words "My pain makes me Beautiful." And on the avatar, just the name Caoimhe. Thank you so so much for anyone who takes this. Skye[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=purple][nervous laugh] I'm one of those strange people who talks before they think and ask blonde questions. Sometimes I think about it, asking myself the question over and over, and I can't figure out the answer. So I ask outloud and figure out the answer. However, it usually turns out to be a really [i]blonde[/i] question. I also have always had a problem with drinking too much coffee (one cup!) and babbling my head off. I have had multiple people - my dad included - ask if I was high. Hehe.[/size][/color]

OOC: I apologize profoundly for not posting. Finals were taking up so much time that I was panicing. Now I am here, though! Please, I don't want to let this die, either. [size=1][color=purple]Chewing her lip in thought, Leah stared at the raindrops on the windows in perplexity. It had been such a beautiful day, what had happened? With a sigh, she realized that most of her life felt like that. ?[b]Hey Andy?[/b]? Andrew glanced across at her. She rarely called him that, but the far-away look on her face was all the explination he needed. She was thinking. ?[b]Could we get out and walk?[/b]? Leah looked across the car pleadingly, and reluctantly Andrew pulled up to a parking space along the sidewalk. With a greatful smile, Leah opened her door and got out of the car, turning her face upwards towards the downpour. The rain was refreshing. Leah had to admit, Andrew had the right idea. Maybe if she just emptied her head, the answer would come to her. The long ponytail down her back was beginning to corkscrew from the cool precipitation, loose strands curling around her beautiful face. As they walked towards the park, the rhythm of the rain on the concrete and the steady stride of Andrew?s feet next to her gave her a beat and she began humming. Words began to flow into her head, as if out of nowhere, and they sounded like Briar. [I]Life isn?t perfect and life isn?t great So it rains on your birthday or he gets home late But you can?t just give in when things go wrong There?s gotta be something to live for?[/I] Leah?s delicate brows came together in confusion. She had never been the telepathic type, but she knew she could be receiving. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Andrew scratching at the back of his head, as if it itched on the inside. Slowly, the small hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up and the whole world seemed to slow around her. Andrew's movements became sluggish while her own remaind perfectly normal, so she reached out and grabbed him. At the contact, he moved normally again, and the sight of Time slowing seemed to panic him. Beside them, in the street, a long white limo pulled along, and past them, to the gates of the park. They watched in fear as a tall, lanky man with a long white beard in a tuxedo got out. He walked out and through the gates, and Leah broke into a run. Well, she tried to. Her movements felt slow, as if she were running through quicksand. Andrew was right behind her, and they reached the park just as a scream errupted around the corner. "[b]No! No! You got him, you can't have me![/b]" Screams of anger ensued as Briar was dragged forcefully from the park. Leah's heart jumped into her throat and she almost cried out. Suddenly a wave of mental terror shot through her as Briar was forced into the car and it drove off. Time went back to normal and the overwhelming feeling which invaded her mind caused Leah to black out, falling to the pavement.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=purple]Ye Gods. My last name is Rennolds. R-E-N-N-O-L-D-S. I've heard the Reynolds Wrap joke a million times. It's sad the way teachers attempt to spell my name. Reynnolds, Rynolds, Reynolds, Renyolds.... I could go on. My first name, Stephanie, is spelled the traditional way. However! Since my last name is spelled funky, they assume my first name must, too. So I've gotten Stephannie (yeah, my English teacher last year spelled my name Stephannie Reynnolds. I guess she just likes double n's?), Stephani, Stefanie, Stephany, Stefannie, Stefany, Stefani, Stephenie. Stepheny... What I really hate is when people call me Tiffany. Yeah. It sucks. Those I hate. Just hate. Now my middle name brings me much amusement. I get so much fun out of making people guess my middle name. Mary, Melissa, Marissa, even Melody. Any M name and they've guessed it. But no, it had to be Melora. After my great-great grandmother Laura whom everyone called Ma Laura, which slurred.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=orange]I love pie. I do. ^_^ Key Lime is a little too... tart, I guess. I do love apple pie with traditional vanilla icecream, or cherry pie (And I hate cherries!), or blackberry pie. I don't like pecan pie much because it's way too sweet. And coming from a Georgia girl. Heh. I don't discriminate, though. I like peach cobbler, chocolate cake, I adore cheesecake... ahh. And, not on pies, but on sweets. This may sound strange, as I am indeed a female, but I don't tend to like straight chocolate. It has to be in something (like cake) or have nuts in it or I won't eat it. o.0 Strange...[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=gold]I apologize immensly for how slow it's been. I have finals in a few weeks and it's driving me to distraction. I do have some news: there will be action. As soon as everyone maneuvers themselves to the park, Brier will make an entrance - and so will Sandman. ^_^ That's as much as I'm telling you for now... all will be revealed! Heh, joking, but I just wanted to give you warning. [b]EDIT:[/b] Everyone, I'm sorry, this will have to be postponed. I have finals coming up and I hardly have time for anything else. I will be back![/size][/color]

[size=1]I've been reading Megatokyo for about two years now. It's fantastic. It went from being a simple webcomic to being an "American Manga" that has its own books and even has a "Megagear" store. ^_^ I adore it. (Oh, and Piro's RL name is Fred, Seraphim is Sarah, and Largo... no clue.) I definately give it two thumbs up. It's awesome. On top of an awesome story - Piro and Largo somehow end up in Japan and pretty much either forget or decide not to go home - you get rants and plenty of sidejokes and - dude, it's just cool.[/size]

[size=1][color=orange]o.o Wow, I love it. thank you so very much.[/size][/color]

[size=1]I was shocked, but at the same time I kind of expected it. Then I found out that one of my best friends had a cousin that was killed. It's a real shock, you know. Life goes on and then someone just walks into a school full of people, completely sober, and kills that many people. It kind of reminds us of our mortality. For me, though, it was more like when the Twin Towers were hit. It was in a college, unlike Columbine, so it feels farther away and less related to me. It's kind of scary, but completely impersonal and far away.[/size]

[size=1]yes! I'm sorry.^_^[/size]

[size=1]You don't have to use these pictures, if you can find better ones go ahead! I just want a short and skinny banner, with the quote "In the arms of the angel" and the name Jayden in the bottom right corner. For the banner, no text, just make it match. Thank you! Jayden[/size]

[size=1][color=purple]Leah nibbled her lip thoughtfully. She?d given up looking for any logical reason for these kidnappings about three hours back. The container of colorless sand that had been delivered to the police station had been enough proof for her of exactly what had happened. [I]I know I?m being a bit superstitious, but?[/I] She heard the front door to the office click open and close, and it shocked her out of her speculative thoughts. The familiar footsteps descended on her ears, and she swiveled in her chair to reach out her foot and kick the handle of the door. It swung open and Andrew slipped in past it, shutting it behind him with a slight tap of his foot. Leah tilted her chair back, propping her feet back up on the desk. [I]We?re getting way too good at this?[/I] Leah couldn?t help but think that maybe they?d known each other too long. How long had it been? Two, going on three, years? Not really that long, when you think about it, but long enough. ?[b]I just don?t get it. Your theory is crazy, but even the best can?t find a lead.[/b]? Leah narrowed her eyes, suppressing a sharp retort. She knew Andrew was being blunt only because he was worried about those children. She controlled her breathing and then tried a different approach. ?[b]I know it?s crazy. But I looked back in the files. This happened a while back, but here, too. And the exact same way. Afterwards, there was an old woman that was always babbling about it but no one would believe her.[/b]? Andrew snorted. ?[b]Can you blame her? It?s insane.[/b]? Leah?s patience was running short. ?[b]Just trust me on this, okay? You have to give me credit for the theory ? I?ve never lied to you or been often wrong. Would I come up with this idea if there wasn?t even a slight possibility?[/b]? OOC: Everyone, start moving towards the middle of town. Maneuver your character to the park, take your time and stop to do other stuff. Then I?ll take it from there. I apologize for not being here much. Very busy.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=purple][I]?Listen to the story I tell, my children.? Small heads ? bright and dark ? turned to gaze sleepily at the sage seated by the hearth. Their large eyes blinked groggily in the dull firelight, but they eagerly scrambled across the dirt floor to form a circle of bodies around the old man?s frail form. [b]??Ware this warning, little ones. For I fear? this may be my last time telling it.?[/b] In amazement and wonder, the children?s eyes were drawn to the crackling fire that suddenly sprung up before them. The flames danced, licking at the sides of the stone hearth, reaching, searching, and then suddenly they shot upwards. The flames became a sheet of flame, and fading outward from the center was a vision. A collective squeal of approval met with the old mans magic. It always did. He smiled weakly and hoped that one would listen to his warning, and when the time came, remember. [b]?As my father told me, so shall I tell you.? ?Between Love and War, God and Satan, Chaos and Balance, whatever form They go by, there was a middle ground. Call it Purgatory, call No-Mans-Land, but simply call it. It is the land that overlaps this one, delving only into the world of men when people sleep. As night settles, a blanket sifts gently over the sleeping peoples.?[/b] The young ones were alert, but despite their best efforts, were slowly falling asleep. The sage?s voice was soothing as their eyelids became heavy and began to droop. [b]?In that time, in that twilight zone, lives the Sandman, and his children.?[/b] Soon the youngsters were dreaming, and his story began to seep into their minds. [b]?He sprinkles dream sands over their eyelids, and they dream happily. But the Sandman must choose a successor. And he chooses that one from the many possibilities. So beware, my younglings. You may no longer be safe. So dream, little ones??[/b] The children smiled, and then sighed one large sigh in tandem. [b]?Dream while there?s still time.?[/I][/b] [center]~*~[/center] Brier blinked groggily, dragging the back of her hand across her eyes to brush the sandy grit from her long dark eyelashes. Light was pouring into her room, and she rolled over to pull the blanket over her head. Then the phone rang. Right next to her head. With a groan, she fished the cordless out of the sheets tangled around her. ?[b]Hello?[/b]? There were a few moments of static before the reply ? ?[b]Bri? Bri ? help ? where ?[/b]? Brier blinked again as her phone abruptly cut off, and then began ringing again in her hand. ?[b]Hello? Who is this?[/b]? ?[b]Brier?[/b]? She jumped. ?[b]Miss Donna? What?s wrong?[/b]? The woman?s voice was worried, and bordering on hysterical. ?[b]Brier, I can?t find him. He?s gone ? just disappeared, and there?s sand all over his bedspread, where could he be-[/b]? [center]~*~[/center] The news was roaring with stories. Children, teenagers, young adults, disappearing from the town of Acres Ford without a trace except maybe the sprinkle of sand left behind, or maybe a glimpse of a man in a white suit and limo. Once the initial hysteria had calmed down and the residents had begun a process of searching, it was reminded to those few who knew the story that the children would not be found. Leah Mandez sighed heavily. ?[b]They won?t find them. And then, our memories will be erased.[/b]? Her co-worker, Andrew Huckaby, looked up curiously. ?[b]What in God?s name are you talking about, Leah?[/b]? Leah cursed her carelessness. ?[b]Those children and such. They won?t be found.[/b]? When her friend gave her a skeptical look, she sighed again. ?[b]Long story. Short side is, it?s a legend that?s been going on for hundreds of years, back to Ireland and the Old World. A man who brings dreams, called the Sandman, is simply finding those worthy of replacing him. And once he has chosen from those possibilities, some will be returned, and those who aren?t, are just erased from time. Period.[/b]? Andrew snorted, and went back to examining the clues. There weren?t many of them, and already the trail grew cold. Leah pursed her lips thoughtfully, and gazed up at the ceiling. [I]Gods give us strength. Can we stop him this time?[/I] [center]~*~[/center] All right, don't have time to add on, so everyone go on about your day. Post in whatever order, say it's Tuesday. I'd like everyone to end around three, when some schools let out. Just a regular day, but have it filled with little strange things or feelings. I'll post to elaborate later. Enjoy everyone![/size][/color]

[size=1][color=purple]Everyone, I am really sorry. I have a huge semester project due for an AP class on Tuesday and I am working my butt off. I have to postpone this for a few more days, maybe another week. I'm really sorry. Jayden[/size][/color]