Skye

[font=veranda][size=1]I don?t know why I?m trying this; I know Burori?s going to kick my sorry little butt. >_< I have to give it a try nevertheless. Besides, my character is the only girl so far. [b]Name:[/b] Kita ?Twilight? Jacobson [b]Age:[/b] Real: 352/Physical: 19 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Weapons:[/b] [u]Azote Rápido[/u] Given it?s title (which means Whip Fast in Spanish), it is a long, chain-link whip. It is about 5 feet long, and steel. The whip has medium sized links for about a foot, and then the rest is made up of three sets of links braided together, and branching off from the ?handle?. This is often worn around her waist. [u]Knives[/u] She carries numerous knives, all of different sizes, some of different shapes. Some are poison tipped, some are jagged edged, some are for throwing, some are for hand-to-hand fighting. She uses them depending on the effect she desires, and they are one of her deadliest weapons. [b]Race:[/b]Half kitsune/half fallen angel [b]Bio:[/b] Kita was born Lydia, but rejects the name. She doesn?t know her parents, and doesn?t care. Kita is young for a fallen angel. She loves fighting, and is skilled. She has killed many humans, though she has never dared approach another fallen. She ahs always watched Jack with fastenation, and has learned a couple things from him. Kita wants to kick some human butt. The girl is also feisty and fast, and merciless if ticked. [b]Powers[/b]: [u]WInged Flight[/u] Being half fallen angel, Kita can sprout wings. Her wings are usually crimson and large, and she has tow sets. [u]Cat Fall[/u] No matter what, Kita lands on her feet. In fact, she can't land on anything BUT her feet. Its a natural reflex, and she's neevr missed. [u]Illusion[/u] Kita runs extremly fast; she can make illusions of herself as she runs, or illusions of anything for that matter. Its a lot of fun. [u]DIssonence[/u] THis is her most powerful power; Kita can make a high pitched screaching noise that busts eardrums. Unfotunatley for many of her opponents, who she left deaf. [b]Appearance:[/b][url= http://www.invoid.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=2&pos=65]Kita[/url] Gah?. My pore fingers?. Lol.[/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie sat still, her back firmly against the cool, metallic wall. She looked up at the ceiling, contemplating what had just happened. She brought her hand up to her face, touching the tear that clung to her skin. Steffanie brushed it away, and looked about. Marcus? room didn?t look to different than hers did, though the uses were different. The girl?s sharp eyes spotted an open journal on the floor, and her brow scrunched up in wonder. [I]A journal? I wonder why?[/I] She was tempted to look at it, but making a large gap between she and the one person she was sure didn?t despise her was not her idea of a good day. Soon, the doors hissed open again, and Steffanie looked up from her place on the floor. Marcus handed her the paper cup, and sat down again. He looked slightly nervous, but she had to admit, he was doing a good job of hiding it. Steffanie murmured a small thanks, and sipped the drink. It tasted like milk, but sweeter. She blink rapidly, and looked over at Marcus. ?[b]Its? milk and honey.[/b]? He said, not looking at her. Steff relaxed some, and continued to sip it. [I]That would explain it?[/I] OOC: Joko, you can go back to getting the drink if you want to interact with Annie's character if you want... I dun care.... -_- I'm so sleepy...[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]OOC: Did I miss much? *is mostly dain bread cause of skating all day* IC:Steffanie stepped through the doors as they quietly hissed open. Her face was a mask of impassiveness, but her eyes showed every emotion possible. ?[b]Marcus?[/b]? He looked slightly shocked to see her, and she stood to the side as the doors shut again. ?[b]Umm?[/b]? She leaned against the wall, her eyes on the floor. ?[b]Marcus? I think I went overboard.[/b]? He was looking slightly confused, and she slid down the wall. ?[b]I feel so stupid. I?m usually good at figuring out what my patients need but? well, this time I guess I missed a major fact.[/b]? She smiled a sad smile, and looked up. ?[b]I know, why am I telling you this?[/b]? Steffanie shrugged. ?[b]My guess is you?re the only one who gave me a second glance. Everyone else already hates me.[/b]? She knew she sounded like a wining, self-possessed teenager. But what she was thinking was, [I]Sometimes a psychiatrist needs a friend, too.[/I] OOC: GAH! My head hurts just from typing that. I skated all day so my brain hurts, my feet hurt, and I?m gonna kill Matt for running away with that hat! GRR!!![/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]At first, Steffanie watched Van without a word. But when he yelled, her temper snapped. Her hard-to-break, impossible rope of temper snapped. Steffanie walked up, and put herself between Van and Sam. Her voice was icy, and her words blunt. ?Sir, you will kindly leave my patient alone.? Van looked at her in shock, which quickly turned to rage. ?HE-? Steffanie said firmly, ?Is ill in the head, under depression, and I will [u][b][I]not[/u][/I][/b] have you coming in and traumatizing him!? Her words were vicious and angry. ?I do not care if you are the head doctor, Van. He is my patient, I know what he should have done to him, and you will [I]not[/I] tell me otherwise.? The last sentence was firm, cold, and her voice still trembled with carefully suppressed rage. She forced herself to calm down, and said, ?Go ahead and yell at Jako, I am not going to stop you. But you will not come in and break my patients neck when he is obviously not well in the head, and when his victim is still alive.?[/color][/font][/size] OOC: LOL I know. ^^ Her natural reaction. That is one of the only things that gets her ticked: someone messing with her patients.

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie had a grim look on her face, and her jaw was set in determination. She and Marcus followed Van to the sick-bay, Sam in between them. Steffanie?s footing was as sure as ever, but somehow she regretted coming. The psychiatrist?s face was pale as they lay the two out, Sam across the room from Trini. Steffanie asked quickly, ?Van how long is this thing going to keep Sam out?? Van was still checking Trini for major wounds. ?About five more minutes.? Steffanie nodded. She looked up at Marcus, and her look was nothing like it had been a few minutes ago. She was all business now. ?Marcus, we may need a restrainer. As much as I hate to use one, it may be necessary.? Steffanie turned to Van. ?Van, did he say anything?? Van nodded absently, and told her what Sam had said before getting a face full of tranqs. [I]Huh. Wanted her to stay? Delusional. He probably thought Trini was someone else ? and from the sound of it, someone who?s dead, now.[/I] The doctor looked over as Sam mumbled something, and his eyes opened slowly. He tried to sit up, but Steffanie pushed him back in the medical bed gently, her tones soothing. ?Its all right, Sam. No one?s going to hurt you. Just relax.? Marcus was standing nearby, looking slightly anxious. Sam looked at Steffanie, his eyes full of hatred, and then they glazed over. He leaned back into the pillows, arms crossed and mumbling, ?Why? Tex, why did you resist me?? Steffanie was alert, listening, and she sat down next to the bed, attentive. Sam swallowed, and he brushed tears of hatred and sorrow away feircly. ?All I wanted was you?? Steffanie motioned Marcus over, and told him, ?Tell Van. Tell Van what he said.? Steffanie said, softly, ?Sam, calm down. Who?s Tex?? Sam seemed to regain himself, and looked at her. ?You. You?re the god-damned shrink, aren?t you?? Steffanie winced inwardly, and said, ?Rant at me all you want, Sam, I?m here to help you.? Slowly and carefully she explained what he had done, and why she thought that. Sam watched her with a look of pure disbelief.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie went to her quarters, and punched in her code. Disappearing into the shower area, she soon had finished. Feeling refreshed, she got dressed in an outfit almost identical to the one she had worn earlier. Steffanie left her quarters, locking them behind her. The shrink walked down the corridor alone, her shoes silent on the cold, metal floor. She ran her hands through her wet hair, and began to braid it. Steffanie accomplished her wonderful wavy hair by braiding it after each shower, and even if they were on a life-threatening mission, it wasn?t about to change. Steffanie wasn?t worried; she had already given Trini her papers, and she had quickly gone over her things already. Before she realized it, Steffanie had wandered to the Mess Hall. She walked towards the doors, and nearly ran head-long into Marcus. She skidded to a stop, and took a step back. Marcus stepped back too, and then laughed nervously. ?Oops.? Steffanie gave him that unarming smile, and said, ?Its all right. I should have paid attention.? The girl?s green eyes watched his reaction, and she resisted the urge to laugh. [I]Low self-esteem much?[/I] She asked herself silently.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie sat, her mind reeling. Despite her calm outer layer, her stomach turmoiled, and she resisted the urge to shake. What Allen had just told them unsettled her. She looked around, and said in a quiet voice, ?[b]To put it bluntly, that scares me. If I thought logically half the time, I would say bullshit to what you just told us ??[/b] Steffanie rubbed her temples, and looked at Avlen. ?[b]As she said ? it must be reassuring to have everyone stock still with horror.[/b]? The girl unfolded her legs, and stood, slowly, every muscle unfolding with her. Standing, she brushed her hair over her shoulder, then put it in a ponytail, eyes attentive. ?[b]It might be easier to relax a bit if we have something to do with our hands.[/b]?[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman][b]*GASP!* Good gods, I fell out of my chair![/b] Steffanie slapped a hand to her forehead. ?[b]This is hopeless[/b].? She looked at Ana, who picked herself up with a sheepish look. She backed up a few paces, stepped to the right a little, and they started filming again. Steffanie walked down the hall not to long after, apparently lost in thought. Jako ran up, trying to catch up with her. ?Ms. Littleton!? Steffanie stopped, and turned. She and Jako ran headfirst into one another. The two fell backwards, and there was another, ?[b]CUT![/b]? Steffanie rubbed her head, and Jako got up first. He pulled her to her feet just as the director stomped up. [b]?Jako, your supposed-?[/b] Jako glared. [b]?It is pronounced Yakko, not Jake-o.?[/b] The director rolled his eyes. ?[b][I]Jako[/I] then. Your supposed to stand here.?[/b] They went through the scene again. OOC: *is laughing to hard to type much*[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie sat on the bench, cross-legged. She had her chin cupped in her hand, and she watched everyone with a look of mild intrest. She found Sam?s eyes resting on her, and caught them briefly. A flicker of a smile caught her lips, and then she turned her head back to surveying those named. Steffanie noticed Sam seemed to? what was the word? Despise her? Maybe. Avlen caught her attention next. She seemed quiet, and her gaze didn?t linger on the main shrink. [I]Hmm? I wonder.[/I] She shrugged off the thought. Her eyes skipped over the un-named people, to Jako. They caught each others eye, and she nodded slightly, with a smile. Jako looked slightly startled, but returned the smile, even if it was slightly hesitant. Steffanie liked Ana. Blunt, yes, but true. So she seemed to have an attitude control problem, but Steffanie didn?t mind. She was to the point, and looked like she could keep her head in a stressful situation. And the last thing the doctor thought about was her eye. With a slight air of indifference that her eyes betrayed, Steffanie looked about at the unnamed people.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Kylarvi stepped from behind a throned tree, her eyes watching the boy. She walked up behind him, and a long, tanned hand touched his shoulder. The boy whirled around, and the cloaked girl stepped back as the knife was pointed at her chest. ?Hello.? She said calmly. The boy glared at her, and put the knife away. ?You?re a new face. I?m Kylarvi. Call me Kylar.? She held out her hand, the long sleeves of her dress covering it mostly. The boy looked at her, then reached out. Their handshake was brief, and he said, ?I?m Faerin.? Kylar nodded. ?All right. We might want to get inside, the trees offer only so much shade, and the sun is hot enough to hurt us through our cloaks.? The two made it inside to the cooler, darker corridors. Most of the halls were vacant, but the chatter from the upper floors could be heard.[/color][/font][/size]

Alexis sat, fidgeting. TJ hugged her, but she said nothing. Her mind was racing. A doctor came out, and coughed. Alexis jumped, and looked up. ?Miss? Could you come in here?? He motioned, and Alexis followed. They sat down, and the doctor looked nervous. ?Your friend, Jacob, he is alive-? Alexis heart soared. ?But just barely.? Alexis slumped back down in the chair, and tears flowed fresh down her cheeks. ?I?m sorry, we?re doing all that we can. He?s lost a lot of blood, so many bones are broken.? Alexis slammed her fist into the arm of her chair, and it was the doctors turn to jump. ?Its my fault. I ran.? She looked up, furious with herself. The doctor looked shocked. ?I was there. We fought with them, all of them, just the two of us. Two grabbed me, and when they let go, I ran.? She let her head fall forward, and put her face in her hands. ?I let them hurt him.? OOC: :D Oh, so, depressive?. *sigh*

[color=slategray][size=2][font=veranda]OOC: I don?t think Spence is going tot alk to me till I post? IC: Velvet smoothed out the hair on Spence?s forehead, humming. Sandman soon returned, and handed her something. She stared at it for a couple minutes, and smiled. Her smile was directed at Sandman, who seemed slightly surprised. ?Thank you, Sandman.? She put the vial on the chain around her neck, and then went back to watching Spence. OOC: Okay. Does anyone object to killing Sonata and Crucifix? *has a slightly irritated tone* They were supposed to be back by now?. *grumbles*[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman][u]SIGN UP SHEET[/u] Name: Seinga Character: Archer Age: 17 Weapon(s): Bow; knives Hair color: Gold-blue (thick gold with blue high-lights) Hair type: mid-thigh length; thick and choppily cut, often in a braid. Gender: Female Seems simple enough. ^_^[/color][/font][/size]

Jenni smiled, and then dropped Shaun?s hand when she heard a shrill scream. ?HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!? Jenni looked at Shaun, and the two took off, then slid to a stop. They saw August against a shelf, a dog about to pounce. Jennifer took off her purse, and clenched the long strap. She swung down at the dog, and the purse connected with his head with a thud, and a crack. It yelped, then slid to the floor. Jenni picked up her purse, and looked in it, and a disgusted look came over her face. ?Great. The lip-gloss lid broke. Well, atleast lip gloss isn?t all over the inside of the purse.? She took out the tupe, and held up the broke cap pieces. The brush was still in the tube, the plastic piece that had been attatched to the lid from the inside. She took it off, and renewed her lipgloss. ?That?s better.? She smiled, and knelt next to August, who clung to her neck. Jenni picked her up, supporting her on her hip. Jennifer wrapped an arm around the frightened child. ?Its all right, now, August. Si?? She smiled, and brushed her hair back from her face. ?Buen. Now, where did the dog come from? OOC: yes, she speaks Spanish. Half she learns at home, half she learns in school.

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]The psychiatrist stretched leasurley, and looked about. Since no one else was standing, she decided to introduce herself. Her hand brushed off her yoga pants slightly, and she stood with the grace of a jungle cat. [b]?I?m Steffanie Littleton. Psychiatrist and medical consultant.?[/b] She had a smile twitching at the corners of her lips, but she suppressed it. Steffanie could almost [I]see[/I] the peoples lips twitching. She pretty much had a good idea of what they were thinking. ?They think we need a psychiatrist?? With a brief smile at those around her, she sat back down, crossing her legs.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]O.O I just went back and read my former post on this. Good gods, I didn?t know I wrote like that. The particular thing that got to me was the: Not to sloppy, and not with his pants falling to his knees. I prefer someone who has a unique style. He can have ripped up jeans and tees so long as he isn?t ?over-advertising? as my friends and I would say. *sahkes her head to clear it of naughty images* Next to nothing on my list has changed. Except: I like brown eyes and hazel eyes. They show the most feeling. The one guy I know (he lives around the same place I do) is actually shorter than me, and has short, tight curly hair. He?s toned and muscular, but its all tight muscles and wiry. He?s funny, too, and his country accent gets to me sometimes. There was one other? oh! ^_^ A guy who has the same interests as me. A boy I know, his name is Baxter, he has soft brown hair, hazel eyes, and glasses. He plays soccer( like me), and is fairly muscled. Not totally, but enough to make me feel secure. And he?s tan. When ever I go over to his house me and my bro can usually see him running around without a shirt. No wonder he got a tan? ^_^ I?m rambling.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=slategray][size=2][font=veranda]Velvet cradled Spence?s head in her lap, humming. Even when Sandman faded away to go somewhere, she didn?t look up from Spence?s face. She had put the necklace back on, as Sandman had repaired the chair. Spence smiled in his half-concious state, and said, ?Velvet?? He reached for her, and she held his hand to her face. [I]I am sorry, Spence. You hurt me. I hurt you. We need to stop.[/I] Her words were blunt, yes ? but true. Spence knew it, as much as he hated it. He thought. [I]I?m sorry, too, Velvet.[/I] His smile was genuine. ?You sure smile a lot for a boy who has next to nothing left in his life.? She said softly.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=orange][size=2][font=veranda]Oh, gods, don?t get me started? My fave doughnuts? Boston Crème. Delish. I don?t like the ones where they put the frosting on the inside instead of the crème. That?s the best part. Hey! Krispy Crème is better than Dunkin? Doughnuts. I can?t resist when we?re driving past one and the hot sign is on? My mom and I have to pull over. *starts to drool* Anyone have a mop?[/color][/font][/size]

[quote name='MistressRoxie][color=#9933ff]Am I the only person who thinks that 14 is [b]not[/b'] too young to have sex? Yes, I must be, and here comes the wrath of every other OBer out there. [/color][/quote] [color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]HEY!!!! *waves* What bout me? SOrry, I guess I wasn't specific. I'm not against it (though by now I'm betting TOTALIMMORTAL is thruoughly embarrassed), I'm just saying be careful. Its your choice, and your life. If your not ready and you want to screw up the rest of your life go ahead; just think it over first. ^_^ If I get confuzzling tell me. Is it so hard to talk toyour parents about it and tell them [i]why[/i] you think what you do? (ANd don't say I'm sayng this because my parents are oh-so-nice, because sometimes my dad can be the scariest person I know). >_< [

[quote name='Gelgoog Pilot']*shakes head at Delirium* That really hurts...I don't know if you just called me gay or a bad guy.[/quote] [quote name='Burori']I fully resent that comment. I am neither gay nor taken. Plus I AM a good man ^_^[/quote] [color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]V_V I'm a bad girl. Sorry, guys. I didn't mean to offend anyone, i had totally forgotten I had written that on the same document as the post for this thread. I'm sorry I offended any one! *takes a metal baseball bat and goes to sit in a corner and whack herself with it* Unless anyone has any objections. Let's just say I'm not all there. (It comes with not getting enough sleep) Back on topic: 0.0 I think James siad MOST of what i meant... in a way... love and lust are two differen things. ^_________^ :D You guys can think today, I'm not awake. (And I thik O menant OR taken... not and. V_V) Steffanie[/color][/font][/size]

Quatre glared at Duo, and released the butterfly knife. Before their eyes, the wall healed up. Quatre smirked, and slammed the butterfly knife right back in the same place. The felt the hotel convulse, in more pain than ever. They could hear Releena?s screams, echoing through the empty halls. ?A freshly healed wound is more delecate and more painful to re-open.? The blonde teen took out the next knife, and slammed it into the wall with a force that half-shattered a window and the knife handle. Quarte was thrown back.

I can?t sleep the clowns will get me?! LOL Sorry, I couldn?t resist. Its on a shirt in Hot Topics. My biggest fear? Gods, heights. I can go up on mountains cause I know those are very stable. But things like the Marta station in Doraville I almost can?t handle. I have REAL phobia?s, cept maybe for jumping spiders. One time there was a jumping black spider in my room when I was cleaning, and it jumped at my face. I?ve been terrified ever since. I had to leave the room, and no one could get me to go back in to kill it for an hour, and I had a long broom. About heights: I can not do things like acrophobia, the Six Flags ride. Despite the fact that its really high up, it drops. *shudders* The one encounter I have had with my fear of heights that was bad was when we were in Florida. We were going to try a new way to get home, and we ended up having to go over a bridge. I usually can handle them, but this one was terrifying. I was begging my mom to turn around. I had hysterics the rest of the day. It was a steep bridge, and I felt like I was going to fall. It happened the first time a rode the American Cyclone, too? *hides in a corner, shuddering*

[color=slategray][size=2][font=veranda]Velvet wouldn?t look at him. ?Go, then. If you die, go away from me. I don?t want to have you haunting my dreams for the rest of my life.? Her words were bitter, and true. She didn?t want him haunting her. In fact, she didn?t want him dead at all. Velvet wanted Spence to trust her. [I]He has already proven he can?t.[/I] she thought privately. Sandman stood silently, watching the exchange. He knew what went on in Velvet?s head, and relayed some of it to Spence. The old man walked over, and knelt. He touched Spence?s maimed leg, and said, ?This will hurt. You broke the bone when you slide that sword into it. I have to break it again to be able to make it better.? He reached up, and there was a sickening crack. Velvet was pale, her eyes wide and scared. Sandman caught the young man as he fell unconscious with pain, and then ran his hand over Spence?s leg. Velvet could see, hear, and [I]feel[/I] the bones and veins being healed. When he was done, she ran over, and dropped to her knees. ?Will he live?? Sandman nodded, and Velvet slumped down thankfully. Sandman patted her back, smiling like a gradfather.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=slategray][size=2][font=veranda]Velvet glared at him, and said cold and sharp, ?Spence, it would have been anyway. Its parent?s are. I probably would have made Brittany god-mother. But no. Not you. Never you.? She looked back to Sandman, her eyes hard. ?Sandman, take me. Take m instead of David. Let him go, and take me instead.? Spence coughed hard, and gasped out, ?No..! Velvet, no? for.. me?? Velvet looked at him. ?You think I?m going to do anything for you, now??[/color][/font][/size]

[color=slategray][size=2][font=veranda]Velvet turned away, eyes closed, head bent. [I]No. Shaun, you don?t understand. I hurt him? He hurt me. I can?t feel sorry for everyone all the time and never think of myself. Unless you want me to die.[/I] She looked up sharply, not daring to say anything out loud. Shaun looked at her shocked as she continued. [I]I don?t need help. Spence needs help. He?ll kill him self. I need space, I need someone who will listen to me for once, and stop lecturing me, and I need someone who doesn?t care![/I] Velvet turned and walked purposely down the sidewalk. Shaun noticed a slight change in her. Her shoulders were straight, and her head held higher. Her eyes glowed with a feircness that was unusual. Her hair had its sheen back, and the ends were curling up into little springs of ebony. She walked purposefully, her steps sure. [I]I know what I need to do, now. I need to stop needing everyone.[/I] With that, Velvet slammed her shields down, closed her eyes, and weaved a portal. The girl stepped through it without a backwards glance, and it closed behind her. Velvet wandered down a dark pathway, and her eyes slowly adjusted to the light. She saw Shinyo, up against a wall, being beat up. She averted her eyes, and ran past. She passed every trial, using no violence. Sandman watched her, amazed. [I]Maybe this is the one I need.[/I] Velvet stopped running, and breathed heavily. Spence lay near her, his leg penetrated by his own sword. She stood in shock, paralyzed. Sandman put a hand on her shoulder, and she spun. ?Careful child. I will help you heal him. You passed each test faster than him. You did it better than anyone I have seen in years. You diserve your clue.? Velvet looked confused. ?:I don?t understand, Sandman. What was the clue?? Sandman opened his mouth, then shut it again. ?First, save your friend.? Velvet looked at Spence, her eyes raging. She tore the necklace off, though it hurt her skin, and threw it down. ?No.?[/color][/font][/size]