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She was now wearing a purple dress with leather belt and boots. Her hair was up and wrapped in ribbons. This was what she wore when she wasnt working. She locked the door and headed out. Nait had managed to close up the inn and make it to the audience before the show. She saw some people who had been at her bar the other night and other people she knew. She she saw the mystery woman begin to play she thought it was an enchanting song untill she saw what everyone else saw. The several dragons flying together in the sky. To Nait it was magnificent. She loved dragons good or bad. Seeing so many colors of dragons flying together made her day. While others panic and some stand bewildered Nait stood with a rather large smile on her face. Some people looked at her as though she were crazy yet others were to busy being worried. "Beautiful..." Was about the only thing she could say.

It had gotten darker and Nait still was the only Algorin in the Inn. She wasnt to worried. Once her parents stayed out for the whole celebration. Rented a room at another Inn to get the feeling that the visitors did. So she didnt expect to see them for a while. She did hear a bit of muttering outside her door and looked through the misty windows to see several shadows lingering outside her Inn door. She heard a rather painfull sounding thud and decided to investigate. Upon opening the door she watched as a man who had been sitting against the door fall to her feet with an odd grin on his face. "Muh gord! Ol' billish fell dun!" One man standing said and Nait knew all of them were drunk. The moment they all noticed the bar inside they seemed to forget about their friend on the ground and almost all of them stepped on him once to get in. She frowned on this but decided to deal with it like her father would. Grin untill they are out of money then get real nasty like and kick them out if they decided to stay or if they got out of hand. "Well come on in..." She said in the most welcoming voice she could. They all stummbled in and surrounded a larger table. The man twitching on the floor slowly managed to get up off the floor and to the bar. Apparently he was not at all happy with his buddies for stepping on him. "Let me guess... Beer for the whole group?" "Why yessh prety lada" She nodded and went back behind the bar. She got as many glassesas she needed and filled them up. She took them over and set them all down. She did have to make two trips but she was paid well after the last guy got his beer. She returned to the bar and gave the man who had been walken on a glass and he drank it down almost instantly. She frowned for only a second and returned to her 'welcome make yourself at home' look. Eventually the men had piled up their money in the center of the table and the most able to speek beckoned her over for another round. She had thought about just kicking their already drunk rears out but... it was money and who was she to refuse good money. The men had a little money left over but eventually most were so out of it they didnt know what to do with it. An hour went by and nothing seemed to be happening untill one man stood up and wobbled around. He seemed quite upset and pointed at a larger man. "Shee whus muh sisshter!" He bellowed. Nait almost leapt clear off her stool. "Dun get shhnappy wuth meee shun!" The other man said who looked a little older. The man made a very rude gesture that made the other man quite mad for he leaped up and fell down. The other man laughed but a few of the men were not amused. In almost an instant one man had been floored with a punch and several others were grabbing and bashing into others. Nait growled and watched for a short moment. Two men were so drunk they couldnt even stant yet there they were laying on the floor beating eah other with their glasses. "I beleive its time for a little rain..." Nait muttered. There were a few other people there that were not even a part of the group but had joined in on the fun. A few backed into the corner and continued on with their drinks. Nait walked over to the large barrel with a big blue 'W' painted on it. She turned the lever and water began to spill out onto the floor. She instantly began to gather it up in her way. The water came off the floor and hovered in mid air. She turned the lever when she had enough water and picked it all off the floor. Her hands were in tight fists. A sphear of water floated over the drunks and they all looked at her in amazement. She grinned at them and opened her hands. The water splashed down on the drunks and most of them groaned and slipped onto the floor. Nait worked with the water again. With it being already there it was much easier due to the fact that she didnt have to create it first. She created a bubble around the men and almost lost concentration when she noticed the twho guys beating each other with her glasses were still going at it and had completely ignored the water. She moved the bubble towards the door and then released it. The men washed out onto the street and most werent to happy but to drunk to do much but squirm again in mud. She walked out and took her glasses back from the oblivious fighters and went back inside closing the doors. A woman growled at Nait, "Your little stunt there may have gotten rid of them but it has gotten me and my very exspensive dress wet!" "Look lady the show aint over yet." Nait held out her hand near the woman who stepped backwards in shock. Strangely all the water in her hair and clothes began to float through the air and form a spear in the air. In no time she was completely dry and staring at the sphear of water in front of her. Nait sighed and guided the water to one of the corner plants. It was handy to have the plants around. "Hmph.." The lady grunted as she left. Nait grinned, "Whatever." She slumped down behind the bar and sat onto the floor. It may have looked to everyone like easy stuff but it was in fact very tiring for her. She had done this several times so it was routine to wash out the drunks in such a way if they fought... However it was very draining because she was still gaining more skill with it and wasnt completely the master of water yet. It took practice and she was over the ten year mark... thought all she did when she was young was water her single plant so she couldnt call that really practice. She really started work with the skill at 15. "Well... one down two to go." She said to herself. The man who had been walked on was still at the bar and he muttered, "The night is not over yet." She stood back up and dusted herself off. She looked at him and realized he did not look drunk at all. She gave him a questioning look. "Ah you think I was drunk when i fell into that door did you?" He asked and when she quietly nodded and laughed ludly, "Nah. I was plainly not with them. Though I did direct them here because they were at Ashwins and he told them to come here. They of course with the attenion span of a goldfish forgot where it was." "Ashwin huh... I will have to send him a thank you gift." She said with a slightly annoyed tone. "So why did you get in front ofthe door? And you looked pretty drunk laying at my feet with that grin and all." "Aye I may have but wouldnt you look a little out of it had you been punched into a door for advising that they go home... They were already drunk after all." "I suppose I wouldnt. Anyways I took what money they had left. They caused a bit of a mess. They broke some stools the table and a glass. So i figured what they had left would cover repairs. They wont miss their money in the morning... They wont remember it." She said smiling. "Ah." He took a slight sip or his beer. "Anyways no need to pay for yours its on the house. I beleive being walked on and all grants you a free one." "That is quite nice of you ma'am." He said with a smile. After about a half hour she blew out the bar lights and most people left or went up to their rooms. The bar had to close so Nait could get some sleep. She did hope her mother or father returned... she didnt like the idea of closing the bar, a great income, to go watch the festivities but it was her birthday tomorrow and she wanted to enjoy it.

Nait opened the jar of goo and smiled. It reeked of a wild grass that smelled horrid when cut. He could tell the goo had some of that plant in it. She sighed, [b]"This will sting but for you I am sure you can handle it"[/b] She first opened her hand and a small ball of water began to form. She carefully controlled where it went and cleaned the wound and the area around it. Then the water spiraled into the air and she directed it into the plant vase in the corner. The large green bush wouldnt have a problem with the water so it was the perfect place to put it. Nait then brushed some of the goo on the cut. She had a smile on her face the entire time and seemed to enjoy what she was doing. She wrapped the bandage around the cut covering it completely. [b]"Uh... I figured you were going to heal it not just bandage it up."[/b] He stared at his bandaged leg curiously. Nait grinned again and untied the bandage. She pulled it away from his leg and revealed that the cut was completely gone with no trace or sign that he was ever injured in the first place. [b]"I put some of my healing spell in the goo the bandage is just for show."[/b] He smiled, [b]"Ah... Yes well thank you. Wait what is that smell?"[/b] Nait sniffed the air and smiled. It was like a peppermint smell and rather nice. [b]"Oh... That goo does that once it is absorbed into the wound and evaporates...taking the wound with it."[/b] [b]"I see this is something new."[/b] She closed the jar and put everything back in her little box, [b]"Well yes. I just started working with this and it is rather good. Anyways be nice to my painting."[/b] He looked at the one of the dragon, [b]"Ah yes. I uh how did you do that anyways?"[/b] She smiled and staredat it one last time, [b]"I have seen one. I watched it and painted what I saw. Now i have a bar to run. I hope you enjoy the room and the celebration. Have a good night."[/b] She moved to her room and put her medicine box under her feather pillow. She then made her way downstairs again. Already one friendh ad shown up, one idiot had come in and annoyed her and with him was another person who looked just as annoyed with the drunk as she was. She was rather amused so far. The celebration had hardly really started and she already had quite a few wired people come in. [i][b]This will be interesthing[/b][/i] she thought.

[color=black]Just before Nait could really inform Vincent of anything a person she knew as Ashwin walked in.[/color] "Ah Vincent... Could you hold that thought for a moment." "Not a problem at all." Nait was taller than him and she thought this quite funny due to their age difference but she figured older age brought shorter people. She moved over to the table where Ashwin and his daughter sat. "So what will it be today?" The man smiled, "The usual if you dont mind. Tea or water for Lynn I suppose." Nait nodded and went back behind the bar. "So Vincent. If you want some healing help meet me upstairs in a bit... I will have your room ready by then. I figured you would show up so i reserved it before they all filled up." "That was quite nice of you." Nait smiled sweetly, "Aren't I always?" He laughed and said no more. She grabbed the two drinks she had prepared and took then to Ashwin and Lynn who seemed quite happy now. Nait noticed the girl holding onto a stuffed dragon. This amused Nait. Not many people saw dragons the way she did. She smiled again and gave Vincent another drink. "Now in a bit come up to the usual room." "The one with the view of the square? You never seem to forget. You are to nice though... At some point you are going to need to be quite rough with customers you know... If they get out of line you might need force to get them out." He advised. Nait smiled, "Yes I am working on it. Anyways enjoy your drink first and then come on up. It will be the room labled B3. The door itself will be black." "Changed some stuff eh?" "Yes mother had an insperation... Decided to color code the doors. Still the same room though." With that she headed on up the stairs next to the fireplace. She thought she heard Vincent get up and move to Ashwins table and mention being closed early but it really wasnt her buisness and she quietly made it upstairs. Once in the room with the black door she glanced around. It had rather bland decorations. She frowned on the duller colors and arrangment of the room. She opened the door next to it and smiled. Her room far better decorated. A painting of a dragon was on the wall. It did not look harmful or mean but quite peacefull laying in the meadow grass. In her imagination she could see the grass move with the wind but she soon snapped out of it. She took the painting down and a few shields, all but the dragon fang one, and took them into his room. After arranging them on the wall she switched blankets. From a rather flowery dull one to the one in her room which had no designs or patternsbut a very warm dark purple meterial that felt extra soft and was quite warm. She was willing to do this for Vincent. He was after all a friend of the family and a regular. She went back into her room and placed the dull blanket on her bed. She pulled out a small box and left the room closing the door shut tight behind her. She went into Room B3 and set the box on the bed's side table. She pulled out a small jar of what looked like a rather odd green goo and a roll of bandage. Most of the wounds she took care of were to those who knew she did it. During the festival though she tried to keep it hush hush due to how many people would be around. She wished not to have floods of ill or minorly injured people in her inn althought it might bring in some profit at the bar. She pulled a small very sharp blade out from a small hidden spot in her leather belt where the leather was slit leaving a very thing space perfect for the blade. She put it with the bandage and decided if she was going to heal anything sheh ad better make it look as though it was there. She normally did this during the festival and usualy ignored these kinds of things on normal days. Not many cared whether they saw someone enter the inn with a cut on their arm and leave with nothing. The celebration was a different story. She yawned and looked out the window. It was already getting late and the real festivities were about to begin. She hoped they had the magical fireworks which she enjoyed even from her bedroom window. She smiled and waited. He appeared a little later and knocked on the door frame first. "I see a little re-decorating has been done." "Ah yes. Well it was rather dull. Anyways what kind of healing do you need old timer" She said with a rather amused grin.

Nait rolled her eyes after a little while. She every once in a while got some oddballs in there and what was worse is sometimes she was stuck either dragging them outside or in the more crowded times just douse the people with her oun conjured water which always seemed to work. She liked, however, the sense the one customer with the water bit. If one is dehydrated and drinks beer it only makes you more thirsty. Far to many times had she seen this and wished some of the more unintelegent brutes would get a brain. As she washed the glasses quietly she saw several more people walk on by. She had not been watching what she was doing and did not see a chip in the class. Her hand scrapped across it and she looked down as she barely felt a thing. Part of her hand now began to bleed. She slipped the glass down below the bar with a few others unfit to drink out of due to cracks or breaks. She looked at her hand and put her other hand on it. A few moments later she removed her hand and the injured one was normal again. She casualy cleaned the counter and returned to work. Once she had nothing more to do she sat on a stool behind the bar just for such occasions where no work was left to do. She glanced around the inn for a real moment. It had dark corners and well lit lamps everywhere else. The decor was mild. The stopped decorating walls with even fake weaponry due to an incident where a few drunks managaed to seriously injur themselves resulting in Nait to heal them. So now her mother's pots and vases decorated the fireplace mantle and around it. Once she had full ownership of the inn that would be the first thing to change. She would hire a decent spellcaster who can easily keep nicer or more dangerous decorations in place. She would decorate some rooms like hers. Darker colors and dragon fanged shields on the wall. She liked the look... just not the fact that some dragons were innocent when slayed for their hide, meat, and horns. But mos were guilty of eating a person or several. She yawned. It was boring work. Her parents gone and most people outside she had not much to do but sit and watch other people go do things and enjoy themselves. She knew she couldnt go anywhere yet before at any time people who were renting out the upstairs rooms would begin to show up for rest and relaxation. It was going to be a long day.

Nait came down the stairs and looked around the tavern. She had a white shirt on with a vest over that. She looked tired already even though the day had barely begun. She walked over to the bar where her father stood. "Ok I am here. You can do whatever now." "I know that. Of course i can do whatever. Funny thing though... Not many people have come in yet..." "Surely you know that so early in ones day they do not want to pollute it with such concoctions as your ale and gin. The real traffic is before and after the events this evening. Which gives you ample time to rest up or shop for mother." "What about her...?" "She has been hinting about what you always forget each year." The man stood there for a moment. He was clearly puzzled untill his face liit up, "Bye!" And without another word he was out of the inn. "Silly old man. To think he could forget that their anniversary. Oh well he knows now." She shook her head and moved back behind the bar. There were only a few people in and most sat in the corner tables sipping on an ale. She cleaned out a few glasses and looked out the misty window. People went walking back and forth searching for items to buy. The many voices seemed to fade into one city wide voice. Nait had learned to ignore the voices outside and this was just another day. To her all she heard was the few noises of stools moving and people shifting in their seats. She heard a loud thud above her and her father walked back into the Inn. "It be crazy out there today Nait." He muttered while holding on very carefully to a bright blue vase. "Remind me next year to do this shopping before the city floods with people. Espcially the money hungry ones." "Check on mom then... I heard a thud." "Aye? Alright find somewhere for this vase then." He said carefully sliding it to her. After placing it next to a keg, where her mother never looks, she went back to cleaning glasses and mainly lazying about due to lack of work to be done. She had been upstairs all morning setting up all the rooms which was far more exhausting than serving thin air. Her mother came downstairs a few moments later. Her bright auburn hair seemed to glow in the inn light. "Can you beleive it? Soon you will be 21, the celebrations are about to get underway full swing and oh my I feel so young." "Perhaps the fact you are only fourty has somethingto do with that." "Oh hush you... Ruining my fun. Anyways hear anything else about the Mystery --" "Oh I saw this character today who asked about that. Pretty mysterious herself she was... Asked quite casually too. No one knows more than they did when they first heard of it." Her father said coming up next to his wife. Nait was getting rather annoyed at all this mystery character talk, "You two can go out and about now... you know. Show, eat, and -" "Get out of your hair? Yes we kno you to well. Off we go then." Nait watched them leave and sighed peacefully once they were out of sight. She knew that the both of them out together at this time of year might mean they wont get home till very late. This gave her some freedom.

Miho yawned a bit as she walked slowly down the hall. She didnt exactly have to be in class just yet but she also never ate lunch much so she was just wandering. She looked around and stretched her arms behind her back. She heard others rushing to lunch or class. "Hmm." She sighed as she walked into a classroom, "Well I might as well uncharge." This was a term she used often. Over the activities of the day she would gather energy that sometimes would build up to much and either cause pain or make a little moody soin her free time she tried to relieve herself of unwanted energy. She sat at her desk in the back of her elemental class that hadnt started yet. She stretched both hands out in front of her with both palms facing each other. She watched the area between her hands and then pointed both index fingers towards each other but did not touch. She continued to watch and sparks began to fly from the finger tips. A bright yellow and blue stream of electricity flowed between both fingers and she slowly pulled her hands farther apart. The energy was being focused into a ball in the area between her hands. She tossed it back and forth carefully, very careful not to drop it, and then closed her hands over it. The tighter she closed her hands the smaller the ball got. Soon it was gone again. "That is better..." She stated yawning again more out of boredom than anything else. As she played "catch" with the energy random energy that she didnt need was lost and now she felt better. She was ready for the class. She layed her head down on her hands and closed her eyes. It was only a matter of time before it started.

Yay! Another RPG that grabs at my intrest. There havnt been many of these lately. Name: Nait Algorin (Her first name is pronounced Night) Gender: Female Age: 20 (About to turn 21) Class: Healer & Water Elementalist Occupation: Inn Keeper/ Healer Personality: She normally has a bright attitude and is quite kind. When angered though not much can stop her and when sad not much can cheer her up. All in all she is quite kind and almost to giving and kind yet very hard to work with sometimes. Bio: She grew up in her parents Inn that was passed down from generation to generation and it is her turn next. While her parents are still in charge or ownership she is now running it part time. Most ofthe time she could be found upstairs in one of the Inn's rooms healing small problems like cuts, broken bones, and common sicknesses. Not quite good at her abilities she is still unable to lift major sicknesses that could later cause death but she is getting better. With her water abilities though she has another job she can profit from. Sometimes fires start here and there and she can drown the fires. But because she is so nice she never charges for these duties or the healing. She is looking forward to the Festival of Life because it is also her birthday. She was born on the second day of celebration years ago and each celebration is special to her. Appearance: She stands to about 6'2''. Her brown wavy hair flows to the middle of her back and is normally tied in a pony tail then wrapped in purple ribbons to keep it out of her face. She has very soft cream colored skin. She usually wears a velvety purple dress with wide flowy sleeves and a brown leather belt. Her brown leather boots go up to just under her knees. When you see her working behind the bar at her Inn you see her in leather pants, plain leather shoes, and a leather vest over a white cloth shirt. EDIT: She has emerald Green eyes.

Ok this may seem strange. I need a picture drawn for me. Different angles or poses I dont care more than one person cna try this because its giving me an Idea for what my birthday tattoo will look like. It has to be of a fawn... you know young deer. Spots and stufff. No pictures of bambi but you get the idea right? Laying down, standing up, or what ever post you like. I just need an idea. every time i draw something it does not come out right. So I wish to see what you people would think of when you hear someone say "i have a fawn tattoo". The artist i am going to asked me to print something out or draw something out so he can draw his own art out from what im using so he can make a stencil thing. So I hope this isnt to hard. It does not need color or anything i just need ideas. Thank you in advance for all who consider this.

[color=darkorchid]Name: Miho McAndrews[/color] [color=darkorchid]Age: 17[/color] [color=darkorchid]Gender: Female[/color] [color=darkorchid]Personality: Generally quiet and thinks things through before reacting. She is quite random with friends though. Saying things out of the blue that has no place in the conversation like sitting on a swing with a friend talking about the old childhood days whern she suddenly looked around and said "Oh my god... Its a broom" or on the way to a store she just blurted out "yellow truck" when she saw one. She sometimes talks in rhymes aswell. Although she is a bit odd she can handle things on her own. Tends to get moody when she rhymes though due tothe fact that when she does... It is NOT intentional... and it annoys her. When it comes to people who get on her wrong side... well they better watch out because they are in for a hard time be it through black mail (which she is good at getting stuff for) and even physicle pain.[/color] [color=darkorchid]ID#: 18345[/color] [color=darkorchid]Specialty: Elemental- Electricity[/color] [color=darkorchid]BIO:[/color] [color=darkorchid]When she was young she lost a sister in a car crash. Although this has effected her greatly she does not let it bother her normal life. When she is at school she is relatively normal and doesnt seem bothered. But at home there have been problems. So she enjoys school and wishes to be there more than at home. Her parents forced her into this particular school but now she doesnt mind. Being there instead of home has made her quite happy... though she never tells people why she hates her home... and after a while people stopped asking.[/color] [color=darkorchid]She had some very different classes at first but eventually got it down to two she liked most. If rhyming got on her nerves when it was not intentional she decided to do it often in class where she could. So she is taking a riddle and poetry class but it is not her most favorite. She has always been into meditating and finding inner focus and so on so she even takes a few meditation classes for the heck of it.[/color] [color=darkorchid]One day before school, however, she figured out what she wanted to learn. She was most interested in... She saw sparks fly from light poles and strange energy bolts. Since then she has for an odd reason enjoyed learning about electricity and other things.[/color] [color=darkorchid][/color] [color=#9932cc]Appearance= attachment.[/color]

Well Pokemon Colloseum for the gamecube was interesting with its snagging other peoples pokemon thing. I remember playing the handheld games (like red and yellow) and wishing i could steal people's pokemon. Well I like the evil side in games more often then good so meh. When i started playing i was dissapointed in a few areas but it was good. I feel somewhat dissapointed in that this game will be like that. The bad guys are back and making shadow pokemon blah blah blah. Snag them back and purify their hearts. Ok...same as before from what i have heard (and i havnt heard much due to the fact i havnt really cared about it enough to look for more info) I do know however that the ultimate shadow pokemon is a [spoiler]black or purple like Lugia[/spoiler] You have a different character and such so hopefully they added a bit to the story and such. I still find a region without any pokemon (wild) whatsoever is kind of lame. There are plenty of pokemon in the shows/games to want to live in that desert, that jungl like forest area or those mountains... so whats the problem? I just think they didnt want to try and do the whole random battle thing with a gamecube came. Anyways I hope this second RPG will be better than the first. And to say even though i was dissapointed a bit with the first gamecube one i liked it enough to sit at my tv for hours and finish it. So yeah... I hope this next one wil be either at leaast the same or even better.

Ah ok. I was curious because the story and everything is great but I saw one thing that might cause a problem or two. I see how it will work now. Thank you for clearing that up.

I have a question revolving around posting order. You say you are gonna set it up so people post in a certain order? Well what if one person vanishes during his or her turn? Wouldnt thair absence put a damper on the rpg?

[center][size=1][color=#00008b][b]Name:[/b] Ivy McAndrews[/center] [center][b]Age:[/b] 17[/center] [center][b]Gender:[/b] Female[/center] [center][b]Nationality:[/b] English[/color][/size][/center] [center][size=1][color=#00008b][b]Appearance:[/b] Look Below...[/center] [center][b]Pokémon:[/b][/color][/size][/center] [center][size=1][color=#00008b][b]1:[/b] Combusken[/color][/size][/center] [center][size=1][color=#00008b][b]2:[/b]Hypno[/color][/size] [/center] [center][size=1][color=#00008b][/center] [center][b]Biography:[/b] Born outside of London Ivy got to see several different types of pokemon growing up. There was always a pokemon in the house be in her older brothers or her parents. When she was old enough her mother gave her a Drowzee. With her very first pokemon she began training against her brother and sisters who were only a few years ahead of her. Although she couldnt win very often she learned a thing or two and eventually drowzee evolved into Hypno. When she felt confident enough she went out and searched for more pokemon. After a long while of not finding just the right one she had almost given up when Hypno woke her from her sleep to show her what she was looking for. After capturing the wild Combusken she began training with it as well. After a while the merging technology caught her intrest and she decided to try it out. She registered for the championships. [/center] [center][size=1][/size][/center] [center][size=1][b]Appearance:[/b] Same as picture except she wears an orange shirt with a black vest over that. Two black gloves (one on each hand) and each glove has a slot for one pokeball (so far both are filled so she has had no reason to get a belt or anything such as that.) Her hair is longer and instead of blonde it is black with bleached tips. She wears black pants with orange swirl makrs on the sides of the legs. She wears black shoes with orange laces. Orange socks. (Ignore the handcuffs, wolves, and chains lol)[/size][/center] [center][img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24026[/img][/center] [/color][/size]

Yeah. My mother, father, two sisters and myself lived on a 12 acre farm. Several hawks and some eagles used to pikc off our growing number of wild and tame barn/ farm cats. While i knew they went for the kittens when they took one of the larger ones i was quite shocked. Apparently they get to the point where food is food. *Shrug* They would get our chihuahuas too.

Hmm your right. I was kind of takingthat from the parents point of view actually. Most parents i know that recieve advice get all "i dont need you to tell ME how to raise MY kids" But there atre those who do. I wasnt quite offended it was just odd. One of the reasons i want a pet most ofthe time is because I only have one friend in this entire town and she, unlike mysewlf, has a life. I dont have friends to go hang out with like she does so im home most of the time. I get quite lonely and have always wanted animals for friendship and something to do with all my extra time. School will be starting the 6th for me so there is that to consider i guess. Dogs are ok to a point and fun but iv always had a love for cats. Iv never been able to have one live in the house though which results in them getting hit by cars or getting sick. Of coursethat was when i wasnt even 12 and I lived on a huge farm so even the eagles and hawks took some. I seriously should just go lonely than risk having this dog fall prey to my curse... As I will now start calling it.

[quote name='Sage'](dogs need space, not half of a room).[/quote] Beleive me this dog has space. When we are gone the half of my room is his sleeping area. He has the entire back yard too but not when we are gone due to barking and a bunch of idiot neighbors. He is always loose and free to run throughthe back yard and house when we are here to keep an eye on him. When we are NOT here however he goes into his section of my room which is his sleeping area and he knows this. I did not put this thread up for advice on how to raise my animals. I put it up here to hear or see if anyone else has ever gotten a pet thats been more hell that help. I take good care of my dog. I feed it, i keep its water fresh and clean, i play with him and groom him. I am even training him on the leash. I take good care of my pets. I have never been the cause of their death or dissaperance. Honestly i dont really hate my dog i hate wht he did. I was angry now im over it. Just like parents dont need other people to tell them how to raise their kids orto not have kids if they cant take care of them i dont need people to tell me I shouldnt get a pet if i cant take care of it (When i can) and i dont need people telling me how to train or raise it either. Im not angry anymore or anything like that. I just wanted to hear other peoples stories about pets that turned out not right or destructive animals that eat walls and doors like my sisters previous dog.

[quote name='Charles']Hey Frankie, you should read "The Black Cat" by Edgar Allen Poe. It's the ultimate "I've grown to hate my pet" story.[/quote]Wow... I had never read that one before. That really is a story of "I hate my pet" to the extreame. At least I controlled myself. I doubt this retarded dog would drive me insane far enough to kill him or anyone else... I just threaten when im angry... I said in my first post that if he had removed any fluff from my whale he would be dead right now. Honestly that isnt true. I would have found someone else to have him. Other people willing to handle such a psychotic dog. If push came to shove (like him eating a door and a wall like my sisters past dog) i would have taken him to the pound and let them figure out what to do with him. That is one very interesting story. The black cat.

I call it a cage but its merely half my room with some child gates as walls. He isnt quite trained yet and is a chewer... He seriously wants to eat everything in sight. We were only keeping him contained untill he gets neutered next month and weened out of the whole chewing thing. But i see your point. However if you knew this dog you might actually understand why im angry.

[font=Tahoma][size=1]Ok here is... the infuriating story.[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]I wake up at 5. I wait foir my friend to come over and my mom. They get here and my mom takes me to the loverly mall. Me and my friend buy some 12 guage earings and some 10s for my next step in stretching my ears. Now get this... we get two kittens while at the mall... free! I named mine Collin and my friend named hers Sneaux (the shoe comercial you know "i call um snukes and they tottaly blah blah blah well its a darn good shoe"[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]Anyways i finally come home around... say 11: 30. dad had gotten off of work and picked me up at her house. I get inside the house and what do i see... MY DAMN DOG. he should have been in his cage in MY room. Turns out he ATE his way out and rearranged the livingroom and left crap on the carpet (literally). I mean seriously he took trash from one end of the room to the other... chewed on the tv control... and left crap in three different places.[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]Now that pissed me off. But what really made me mad is he had the guts to even TOUCH my stuffed whale (orca... you know free willy crap) I got this stuffed toy when i was young when that damn whale was in newport oregon... it had jut got there and not all of the stuff was finished. I bought one of the many cute stuffed toys. now i dont have an attachment to the stuffie because of when i got it buty because of all the things it an I have gone through... divorce, flood, fire, yoyoing back and forth between parents. It has survived so much and so have I... It is special... if he had even removed one puff of fluff the dog would be dead right now.[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]I have had several animals in my life and everything has gone teribly wrong. My first dog a chihuahua mysteriously vanished. My next dog a fox/chihuahua crossbreed hybrid thing.... it died young. My dog bryan... mom got rid of without even asking me. I then realized i loved cats more... but both my mom and dad are allergic. So when mom lived in the country I got two kittens... both however were albino and were sick so eventually died. My lizard died due to the fact that it was sold too young in its life by the pet store... And me and my sister got a dog named chewy who became my dads dog and makes sure I know this each day. I dont like dogs anymore except this one chow mix. So for the longest time iv had this thing for cats but i cant have one because dad is allergic... But i wanted a pet that was MINE not dads or the FAMILYS.... i anted a me pet... but all i COULD get was a dog so i decided to try it... if i had known i was going to purchase the retard i wouldnt have done it... I remember i even had a chinchilla once but I myself am allrgic to them.... I cant have the pets i like because either i or my dad is allergic to them... and the only pet i can have i hate..[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]I seriously have hated dogs for a long time... damnnit.[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]Have YOU ever gotten an anime that you learned wasnt right and just wanted to kill or throttle or give away?[/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1]By the way: Please ignore all missing letters and typo. This was taken dirrectly from my blog and i typed it up when i was seriously angry. And the whole several missspelling parts... its just part of how i feel.[/size][/font] [size=1]Edit: I know im complainy but i had not gone 19 hours without sleep OR food in a long time so this whole experiance made me mad. I know the whole puppies will be puppies and all but Oh well. I just want to know if anyone else has had an experiance with pets that didnt make them very happy...[/size]

I suppose the way i said it did make me out to be the meanie but honestly she is in one because one day her care taker took advantage of her or so the story goes so she had to go into old people foster care as i put it... but they couldnt handle her witch like attitude and moved. No where else for her to go but Life Care Center. Dad made sure we all knew she was not to even set foot in his house. He was NOT going to take care of her. As for me I live with him and not only that but she never has been in my life enough for me to really care. I sound like a jerk now do I? Well sure why not iv been called worse.... its just whenever i was there (her house before she had to leave) all she did was put me down for my lifestyle and so on... Being Bisexual was a horrible thing to her... old fashioned she is. And my grandfather died when iwas to young to remember him so when it comes to grandparents its not my thing. Course I WAS adopted so i am not really related to her anyways but that is beside the point.

[QUOTE=Bloodseeker] Frankie sounds like he can vouch for me on that one. I hear that she's been doing this for 30 years now![/QUOTE]Damn right I could... My grandmother has used manipulation for many years even when my father was just a young boy. She hasnt changed. I honestly doubt shes lonely when she has several people around her each day from workers (at the old folks care center) or random family members who are to nice to say "shut up old witch" She wants it her way only or she gets all mad, hangs up, and whines to other people on how mean you were to her... how savagely crule you are and soaks it all in when people just nod and go along with what she sasy like she is the all knowing master of the world. So yeah gutting sounds nice sometimes. Ps: funny thing... I'm a girl... (the name throws people off... but frankie is my legal first name... go figure lol)

[quote name='Charles']She's an old woman. She's not "crying wolf." She's lonely and looking for attention.[/quote] Yeah that makes sense but MY grandmother is a whole other story. Or at least the same but she does alot of stuff. She will call my dad and be all like "call me i need to talk to you" in a sickish voice and then five minutes call his sister (my aunt) and be all cheery. Or she reverses it and is cheery with dad and gripes about my aunt and acts whiney towards her. She literally calls up in the middle of the night, "Im sick and I need my meds! The people here wont give them to me!" Or "They are mistreating me!" Seriously she will do this call and call someone after that and be all cheery and normal OR she will call someone nad be happy and everything before and after the whole "emergency". My dad went to California for a vacation and it was me and My mom (who decided to spend a week with me instead of washington where she lives) and dad told grandma not to call us ever day and to just leave us alone. We would bring her her mail when we got it. The next day she calls THINKING that dad is already gone but when he answered she got all "well i uhh *click*" and hangs up. AND SURE ENOUGH! She called every day. I got to the point i just turned off the ringer and ignored her calls. She is in a safe place full of friendly helpful people. If she needs help there is always several people there to help her butr she insists they mistreat her and are mean to her and that she cannot stay there. Seriously no wonder my dad is almost psychotic. She calls almost every day and either gripes about her money. She needs to go to the bank and dad has to argue with her about how she HAS no money because the state is in control of all that stuff. And she wont leave my aunt alone either. Accusing her of stealing the money. She drives me crazy. Now yes she is very old and is doing it for attention or to just have things done the way SHE wants them. She is 94 or 95 i cant remember. She is missing a hip and cannot "go to the bank" or "get out and about" and she knows this but continously gripes about it and insists she can and other times she will be like " i cant even go anywhere" Honestly though she is very old and none of us expect her to live much longer. My dad seems annoyed that she is still alive. He says she is a mean old nasty ***** and that he hates her... I bet he will be saying otherwise at her funeral... So perhaps she isnt "crying wolf" when she calls and says they are mean... they have to be to get her to listen to instructions. Perhpas shes actually forgetting this and that and that is why she acts different each time she calls but not after two seconds. (THIS has happend. She called and talked to me and then got ahold of mom and said the complete opposite.) She has even accused ME of abusing her... She does alot for attention and to get things done her way but one day (now mainly) she will realize it isnt working... no matter how hard she might try it doesnt phase me and dad anymore... and my aunt tries to ignore it or drinks it away. All in all it depends on age and mind. My grandmother listens to what she wants to hear and hangs up when people try to tell her the truth or what is right. Old age does change some people... my grandmother especially.

[size=1]- What have you done this summer?[/size] [size=1]Well lets see... Drew, wrote more on my story. I even left the house a few times~! Well i did get converted from total tomboy to girlygirl over a few days. Not girly girl really just more punkish now... Spiked dyed hair (short) and makeup to a point that will bring out my blue eyes. [/size] [size=1]AND I am stretching my ears... I plan on stopping at 4G because i already bought some awesome 4g talon skull snake expanders and plugs and like those quite well. - Did it live up to your expectations? Um... WHAT expectations? My summers are boring because I live in the dullest town in oregon! So Meh. I just did what I always do... pretend the summer isnt really there and hardly leave my room. May not be healthy but occasionaly I like it this way. - What do you have planned for this coming year? Go to school, FINISH school, and find a good college to go to. I want to be a writer/ author. Ill have to get some skills in other things too so i can support myself of course. Plus I am getting a few tattoos! A few and the very first mean a ggreat deal so i plan on making sure it gets done right! Aside from that not much is planned for this coming year. School mainly.[/size]

[quote name='Snarktastic][color=indigo'] Plus, it gives people who might not be able to have a child the opportunity to grow up in a place where the child is appreciated for the little human being he or she is.[/color][/quote] I would just like to say I am greatful people have said this. For I was adopted completely. My story is a bit different though. (My adoptive mom who we will call Dar) Dar could not have children. She tried many times and ended up having anything to everything removed due to cancer or something like that I beleive. Also the man she was with (dad whi is going to be known as RON) also couldnt produce so it was a sad match of people. So they decieded they would adopt. Now they adopted two full sisters. One was 8 and one was 7. They were going from one fostor home to another nad they had sad childhoods. Hoever these two young girls did NOT want to be adopted. They knew their mother and wanted to despretly live with her. No go. After a while though they got along and grew to love the farm they lived on. Dar still didnt feel completed. She wanted to raise a baby... not just a couple young girls. This is where my biological mother Raela comes in. She and Dar were good friends (at the time) and Raela knew my mom wanted to raise a baby. One day she calls Dar up and asks if she still wants to raise a baby. Dar of course instantly answers with a yes. Then Raela says that she is pregnent and is willing to give her that child. The arrangements were made. I was born and adopted the moment I was born. Raela didnt name me Dar and Ron did. However there was one problem that just recently i found out. My biological father who ill call Roger did not want to give me up. I was his only child and it hurt him deeply to see me go. They also made an agreement that he was to stay out of my life till i was 18. When i heard about this deal last year I was very angry... With Dar and Ron. It was not Roger's fault for never contacting me. Before i had knowledge of the deal i was angry with him for never contacting me but then when Dar revealed that info to me all i could do was feel sorry for him and the situation he was put in. So life went on and the moment i was old enough to understand Dar and Ron told me of my adoption and I knew Raela and my 7 other siblings *cough* One of which i have never met because of his constant habit of goingto jail. From what i heard i didnt want to know him anyways. From what i saw from Raela i realized that with Dar and Ron I was better than any of Raela's kids. She was neglectful. Homeless alot of the times and had 8 of them living in a borken down car. I found it all sad but now most of them have thier oun lives now and are much happier. As for Roger he called me on my 15th birthday (about 3 years ago) thinking I had turned 18. At that time i knew nothing of the "deal" so i had a conversation nicely with him not knowing what he looked like or where he was. After I hung up I was very angry. But now I understand and pray that he will call again on my next birthday (ill be 18 for real this time). So my opinion on adoption from my point of view is a posetive one. I was saved from several different neglectful acts. Raela loved kids but not taking care of them. It wasnt that she COULDNT it was that she WOULDNT. She would have a job and with each paycheck buy a months worth of cigs. She would also leech money off of other people. However I do beleive there are situations where the adopted child can go from bad to worse and I find it sad. I know for a fact that not every story can have a happy ending. It is sad but the truth. I approve of adoption not just because I was openly adopted (except when it comes to roger) but because I beleive every child deserves a chance to be in a loving family. That is enough out of me though. I just wanted to point out my own story. Note: (All names were real...)