OMNOMNOMALY

[quote name='chibi-master' date='23 October 2010 - 09:11 AM' timestamp='1287846715' post='701259'] I dislike both coffee and tea. Milk's the way to go. Had to write a huge essay in AP World yesterday. I was the last one to turn it in and I didn't even get to finish... It was two and a half pages long. [/quote] [font="Garamond"]How long did you guys have? I always had to crank out like 4-8 page essays for my IB classes in about 80 minutes .___. no fun at all. I feel for ya, girlie.[/font]

[quote name='Vicky' date='22 October 2010 - 12:31 AM' timestamp='1287729070' post='701226'] Does anyone know how many cups of black coffee (three sugars) are needed to effectively A) Give you a slight caff' overdose or high, B) Make you sick or, C) Kill you? I'm really not feeling too well now after a 24 article writing coffee marathon, guys =(. [/quote] [font="Garamond"]I think it's like over 200 cups to kill you with caffeine. So I hope you only kept it in the double digits at most =P[/font]

[font="Garamond"]I feel like a bit of a keener, but there we go, first post of the round, done :B[/font]

[font="Garamond"][center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/wyattbishop.jpg[/img][/center] Diana watched as Wyatt Bishop walked through the mansion, half dazed yet half with purpose. The once clean-shaven and well groomed man was replaced by a disheveled looking doppelganger. It was no wonder, in any rate â?? he had been dead, after all. Bishop ended up at the bathroom on the first floor, the same one the child Harriet had killed herself in. He masked his pain as he gently lifted her small malnourished body and put her in the giant claw foot bathtub, before drawing the shower curtain around to hide her corpse. Wyatt stood for a long time after with his hands resting on either side of the sink on the dusty marble countertops. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles around them. He examined his face intently. He was gaunt and scruffy and a great heaviness was now seen in his expression. Wyatt shook his head finally with great force, and turned on the taps. They sputtered for a moment, before water began to pour forth from them, brown at first and then clear. The water was good and cold, and Wyatt removed his heavy, restricting overcoat and tossed it on the floor. He rolled up the sleeves of his buttoned up oxford shirt as well as unbuttoned the top few buttons. He cupped his hands under the faucet and let the cool, clean water run over them for a moment, before splashing the water onto his face. He repeated this near ritualistic cleansing for a few minutes, scrubbing as best as he could with his hands, his face and his neck. When he was done, he turned the taps off and un-tucked his shirt, using the bottom to pat himself dry. He looked at himself in the mirror again, and satisfied with what he saw, he turned to leave the bathroom, though not before thoroughly checking around the door for any signs of humans and specters alike. Diana watched him go, the lost and sorrowful expression he wore reminded her a lot of her own, that fateful night she drew her last breath in this very mansion. **** [i]100 years of the Rosengard Estate. A grand cause for celebration if ever there was one, and yet young Diana, nanny to the children of the manor first and maid second, was not in any mood to participate in the merry-making. She had lost the children. Again. Or rather, the children had gone out of their way to lose her. They knew that a panic it threw her into when she was unable to find them, and they relished in it. Diana was a quiet and gentle girl, soft spoken with a wispy frame to match. She was alright looking, though often it seemed as though people simply forgot she was there because of her quiet demeanor. This is why the children pushed her around. They knew that she was simply too timid and thus there would be no repercussions and they could come and go as they pleased. They also knew how much trouble Diana would get in with the matriarch of the household, Marion Rosengard and her equally as unforgiving favourite servant, Raymond. Diana was so pleased when they offered her the job, but the excitement she felt soon gave way to dread after she started. It seemed that from her first day, nay her first minute on the job she had done nothing right. The tea was too hot, the milk was too cold, there was too much light in the parlour but not enough light in the foyer, the children were overdressed, underdressedâ?¦ â??where did the children go? They were here just a minute agoâ?¦â?? it was enough to make Diana mad! The only thing that stopped her from quitting was the thought of the little income she made every month being opened up by her mother and father back home in the village, and how proud it made them that she was out in the world, working and helping to support the family. â??Come out, this instant! The guests shall be arriving any minute now and I was given strict orders to have you downstairs and ready in 5 minutes from now.â? Diana commanded to the empty play room. She was greeted by only silence. Fear rose in her throat but she pushed it away, instead checking under beds, in closets and toy chests - all in vain. â??Come out, pleaseâ?¦â? Diana pleaded now but still there was only quiet. â??Diana!â? a shrill cry from down the hall pierced the hush of the room. â??The children, please! The guests have begun to arrive!â? it was the unmistakable commanding tone of Marion. Dianaâ??s eyes began to fill with tears at the thought of the vicious scolding she would inevitably receive if she came to the stair alone and she frantically rechecked every spot in the room she could think of that could viably be used as a hiding place. â??Iâ??m going to kill those little brats!â? she murmured to herself as she straightened up. She wiped the tears from her eyes and smoothed down her hair with one hand, her apron and dress with the other. She took a deep breath, stood up straight and tried to steel herself against the inevitable wrath of the matriarch when she had to explain that she was actually about to search the rest of the house for the children since they had gotten away from her. Again. â??This night could not possibly get any worse.â?? [/i] **** Diana laughed to herself as she floated through the halls, thinking about how wrong sheâ??d been about that. **** [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/danielmathis.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/leonardhoward.jpg[/img][/center] Elsewhere, Daniel Mathis strode down the steps of the mansion comfortably. He was actually quite happy that the spirit had given him the ability to be a bystander in the game. Having observed just how terribly cruel his fellow humans could be, sometimes more cruel than the spirits who kept them there, he felt much safer on the sidelines, ghosting through and watching, never interacting. [b]â??Hey! You! Hold on a minute!â?[/b] a voice rang out from behind him. He stopped and turned around, confused as to why anyone would be addressing him. [b]â??â?¦Me?â?[/b] his voice called out timidly. [b]â??Yes you, who else do you see in this hallway?â?[/b] the man replied, obviously irritated. As he came closer, he recognized this fellow as the police officer. Leonard something or other. [b]â??You can see me?â?[/b] Mathis still wasnâ??t quite sure he understood what was going on. [b]â??Of course I can, why wouldnâ??t I be able to? If you would be so kind, could you tell me how many of us are left?â?[/b] Mathis snapped out of his daze quickly and re-calculated how many heâ??d seen die over the short period heâ??d been â?? past tense â?? in a ghost-like state. [b]â??Three of us, I believe.â?[/b] He stated. [b]â??Hmmâ?¦â?[/b] Leonard Howard replied. [b]â??So this game is almost over, then.â?[/b] He added. [b]â??Looks that way, doesnâ??t it?â?[/b] Mathis responded. [b]â??Shall we find lucky contestant number three, then?â?[/b] Inspector Howard smirked and inclined his head in agreement. The two men began walking, not quite sure of who they were looking for or what to expect. [b]â??Mind if I smoke?â?[/b] Howard asked Mathis. [b]â??No, not at all. I donâ??t blame you, I used to always reach for the cigarettes in times of stress.[/b]â? He laughed. The Inspector gestured towards him with the pack, offering him one. [b]â??No thanks, I quit a few years ago.â?[/b] He answered. [b]â??Suit yourself.â?[/b] Howard shrugged and lit up. Out of nowhere, an earsplitting screech pierced the room. [b]â??What the hell was thatâ?¦?â?[/b] Howard wondered aloud. But Mathisâ?? eyes lit up in terror and recognition. He knew that sound well. He also knew that he no longer had protection from the creature it came from. Suddenly a great, ugly beast burst into the room, straight through the wall without displacing a molecule of old plaster. The stench of death filled the area as the harpy descended upon them. Belleâ??s cry rang out and she swooped down at the two men, talons bared. [b]â??Stop right there!â?[/b] a minute voice, yet one with some authority seemed to fill the room. [b]â??Hush, you vile creature.â? [/b] [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/hush.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/belle.jpg[/img][/center] The Harpyâ??s mouth opened again, but no sound came out. The small female ghost clad in a simple dress and button up blouse, appeared between Belle and her prey. [b]â??You will interfere no more. These mortals will have my protection from you and your kind, until the end."[/b] In her surprise, Belle had let her use of the ghost power given to her by Angel, go down. In that moment, Diana reached in to the harpyâ??s newly reformed chest, and pulled out her heart. [center][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/hastecard.jpg[/img][img]http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/nifty_fifty/mansion%20cards/belle.jpg[/img][/center] Diana looked at the two men, solemnly and let the heart fall to the ground. It hit the floor with a dull thud. The Harpy's disgusting figure fell with much more of a clatter. [b]"Go in safety, I'll do what I can..."[/b] [/font] ooc: 1. any changes you need me to make, no probs, just tell me. 2. this was not supposed to be this long but with the 'needs moar backstory' clause, this is just how it turned out :<

[font="Garamond"]Happy Canadian!Thanksgiving, everyone! :3 [/font]

[quote name='Heaven's Cloud' date='30 September 2010 - 08:40 PM' timestamp='1285900828' post='700826'] Sorry, I was really just waiting for someone to post some more back story, bring another character back to life, or push the plot forward a bit before I killed a few folks. I was also struggling to figure out what to write since my plot device was killed within one post. Really Anomaly, you couldn't wait a few turns to kill the only character that has a connection to one of these specters? Ah, it isn't our fault, you just killed my plot line and I really am not sure where to take the story from here. I'll wait for Nathan to post and then I'll kill a person or three. [/quote] [font="Garamond"]K, yo, but come on I waited for SO long to see if someone else would post after you :C So it wasn't a vendetta but there had been no movement and it was the only thing I could think of, blahhhh.[/font]

[font="Garamond"]yeah, really. Are we going to keep waiting for White?[/font]

[quote name='Lilt' date='24 September 2010 - 12:53 PM' timestamp='1285354438' post='700731'] [b]Is that the same show as the comic strip? Or is it something different? [/quote] [font="Garamond"]Yep, it's based on the comic strip and it's friggin' brilliant. I love it and I hope hope hope they'll make another season. Watching it makes me swear even more than normal after hahaha it's great.[/font]

[font="Garamond"]CANADA CANADA CANADA :3 no seriously it's awesome, everyone should visit. party in Vancouver, y'all.[/font]

[font="Garamond"]protip: I love learning and school and finding the answers, BUT it is a good idea to give your students access to the correct answers, in the event they do not understand or want to double check that they do in fact understand. COOL, THANKS PROF N. [size="1"]I don't even want to take Astronomy I just need the damn science credits ._.[/size][/font]